Revolt Of The Sheep

There is a long cold darkness waiting ahead,
a bleak bitter frozen slog before the chill bed
The sparkling stars shimmer in the satin black sky
The cold ground uncertain, our feet tell us lies
But one step after another and more than we count
We keep to the rhythm, stumble up the rough mount,
Arriving at last to sleep lee of the wind on hard rocky ground
Our eyes won’t stay open, pain torments our sleep
We’ll wake to dark morning marching dull docile as sheep.