In the frozen wilderness, to be alone and lost
Mid-winter night to come across a tiny den of friendly folk.
It feels bewildering to trust.
We welcome you as our own. --
Invited so, to sit by warmth of hearth that could not feel much different than I do,
To think about the fact that you are part of life and I trust you.
But haunted by the dread, as fires go out, of promises forgotten.
Where daggers shine in shadows none can gleam more brightly blind than faith.
So close your eyes and walk away.
The frozen waste has room enough.
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