When the moon is full
she spreads her black wings
and holds me into her arms.
Her ice cold fingers
embrace my back
as I fall asleep again.
In her arms.
The moon gazes down upon us.
Before the ball of light catches us we'll be gone.
On my right the Northern light burns bright
It makes me feel so alive.
Frozen trees and icy lakes
this has become my home again.
I wrap my arms around her scaly throat and hold on tight.
The cold winter air stings my lungs
as we go higher and higher into the bed of clouds.
I am the Winter's Son