White eye of the gibbous moon
in the east
spidering up silken strands
spun from high above

Halo of silver mist among the heights
a shroud of winter’s looming chill
pushed to unseen ends by secret giant’s bane

Never blinking eye this winter’s young eve

Watching incipient mis-intentions
corrupting yon horizon
billowing driven snows

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