17 December 2012
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on the night A viscous chill would shake my core The air would take a bite
But none of this could move me on As she was on her way The snow could fall and bury me Still here is where I'll stay
The wolves could come across my path With desperate hunger in their eyes But I shan't move a single inch 'Til my beauty does arrive
I Will Not Be Moved • Opuss № I