Wasteland

Wild howls from wild dogs
Frozen crystals cut my feet
Northern gales cut the air
Out here where sky and wasteland meet
A frozen lake both fierce and fair
Have trapped the moon beneath the deep
It's locked and lost in icy fog
Out here where sky and wasteland meet.

Here I am on the edge of night
No stars to count, no wish to make
Bleak and raw, the shadows dance
On a marble moon beneath a lake
And all across the dim expanse,
A wasteland's cold, a bone-sore ache
No hope to soothe a tired plight
Just a marble moon beneath a lake.