In these our winter days
d**h's iron tongue is glib
Numbing with fear all flesh upon
A fiery-hearted globe
An age once green is buried
Numbered the hours of light
Blood-red across the snow our sun
Still trails his faint retreat
Spring through d**h's iron guard
Her million blades shall thrust
Love that was sleeping not extinct
Throw off the nightmare crust
Eyes, though not ours, shall see
Sky-high a signal flame
The sun returned to power above
A world, but not the same.