My Sacrifice
My little horse must think it
queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a
shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and
deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Dedicated to Wolf_By_Night
Built by wondering.wolf