The blizzards covered up the earth
And roamed uncurbed
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned
As in the summer, moths are drawn
Towards the flame
The pale snowflakes flown
Unto the pane
Upon the gla**, bright snowy rings
And streaks were churned
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned
On the illumined ceiling
Shadows swayed
A cross of arms, a cross of legs
A cross of fate
Two boots fell down on the floor
With crashing sound
And from the crown tears of wax
Dripped on the gown
And nothing in the snowy haze
Could be discerned
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned
A gentle draft blew from the corner
Flame in temptation,
Would raise two wings into a cross
As if an angel
It snowed a lot all through the month
This frequently occurred
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned