Alone at tranquil twilight
A distant church bell tolls
The wind forms a ghostly choir
To summon lost and wayward souls
Snow drifts down from the heavens
Like ghosts lost in the night
Ice crystals cling to trees
To set the woods aglow with light
Along a forgotten forest path
There stands an arch of ancient stone
And amidst the hallowed ruins
A solemn figure stands alone
Snow comes to rest on raven's wings
Covering black quills in ivory white
And peace settles upon the earth
Beneath the ebon shroud of Winter's Knight