the clear note of summoning
greeted by the dawn
children of the winter house
tracks across the moors
sorceries cry shrill and clear
stillness by the tarn
Cypress shadows fall across
the windows of the world
needle dark and blue beyond
the buds that break the bough
words that bind the soul
entwined enfolded come the notes
I hear the distant drum
that bids you start the lifelong dance
and cuts the ties of blood
the twilight call in shadow locked
the figures drifting slow
children of the winter house
now empty and alone
winter stars wheel silver bright
above the dragon stone
and far below the winter house
awaits the next alone
-Martyn Bates
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