December 1: Angorath
December 1: Angorath Quiet morn lain brisk and slow Nights wane longer, flights fly low White frost billows cast the snow Winter saunters, and ends the show Laughter drips in star-crossed glee Droves of wonder, eyeless sea Fruits of time in berry tree Frozen thunder, a buzzing bee Slouching onward snowcap forms Fur clad safety, softly warm Howl the moon then wake the morn Clatter hoofbeat, a ramming horn Stoking blaze once crackled high Smoke-rock campground, kindling dry But