Terza+Rhyme

The wild wind howls a melody so eerie The kind of wind that moans and cries aloft Carrying my voice away, so none can hear me

A chill so bold, it claws its way to the core Making me forget the sight, the feel of the sun Nothing but this chill, this ice, forevermore

But across the moor, and down the cliff side Like a gallant steed driving bright and hard Comes he, the sun, bringing brilliance with each stride

With his warm hands, he caresses warm life Into my icy veins, with loving ardor With his sword he drives away the frigid strife