Poem: "Ode to Friendship"

Longly rolling hills, rolling o'er the moor

The wind abroad past here doth hast'ly blow

Sweeping past the lonely cottage door

The yawning sky above is pale with snow.

Howling night comes quickly hence, but soft

Can you hear the moon? Alas,

'Tis the only companion we'll have

Until the coldly howling heart doth slowly pass.

Wise words, wise words for human heads

The night remains, on schedule does the day

NOT come to us, the day remaineth dead

In times like these, on what can we depend

On what rely, if not a friend?