Where the fox and the hare say goodnight,
Out in forest quiet in the dark and the snow
The stars endless and the moon a weeping eye,
And the blood and sorrows have nowhere to go.
The fox no longer hungers, the hare no longer runs,
And the hunter of them both has quiet passed away.
The cold calms all time into a sleep that is exhausted peace,
And the demons and angels no longer have their way.
Winter, as even the stars wink out, and the moon dries
It’s tears and it’s light goes out, and only dreams remain.
The fox and the hare snuggle close, for it’s all past and gone.
The hunter stays in his bed, as peace comes only for the slain.