El Sinister wanted a poem in celebration of the holiday season. Being rather busy, this is the best I could come up with.

MIDWINTER
(for El Sinister)

Frost white, snow at night,
starlight's shine on fir and pine,
market throngs, joyful songs,
candles burning, home returning.

Beneath the Wall, too deep for light of day,
I hunt soul leaches and the foul undead.
Across the Wastelands I have fought and bled,
and through the ogres' lairs I stalk and slay.
Through caves of fire and ice I seek my prey;
the snowy mountain passes know my tread.
For me the grinning demons hold no dread;
my sword and I are eager for the fray.

Yet fear I know, that bids me turn and run,
to scream in terror like a babe new-born.
For I have loved you since my sword was new,
but love's the foe by which my heart's undone:
I fear your coldness, and I fear your scorn,
afraid to speak one word of love to you.