Here they enter the door
Here to fight a winter war
A deadening, numbing battle
Fought with voices, a rumbling rattle

Here they enter the house
Here and quiet as a mouse
They hurt you, they choke you
They control you, they yoke you

They’ll steal you away
Make you disappear til the day
When you return you won’t be right
Not after the longest night

Alexander Greco

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