It emerges suddenly from a blue sky,
silent and sinister, melting the frost,
the castle barely visible,
even more gothic than before.
It is a cold January fog
that chills my bones and chills my very soul
with not a single tourist here to stroll
just a man and dog and jogger.
The only visitors to the Gorsedd Stones
are seagulls who screech a lament
as a squirrel leaps up a barren tree.
Yet this mysterious vista does not last
and the wintry sun returns to the scene
as if the gloomy fog...had never been.
silent and sinister, melting the frost,
the castle barely visible,
even more gothic than before.
It is a cold January fog
that chills my bones and chills my very soul
with not a single tourist here to stroll
just a man and dog and jogger.
The only visitors to the Gorsedd Stones
are seagulls who screech a lament
as a squirrel leaps up a barren tree.
Yet this mysterious vista does not last
and the wintry sun returns to the scene
as if the gloomy fog...had never been.
