Frosty rust, dark pixie-elated Sky,
Dark dervish damsels dance inside moody old Clouds,
Steal weak dull leaves off helpless weeping trees.
I see Her fingers, Lady-In-Waiting,
Her pale, torn countenance cold;
Her wicked hunger for frozen Life -
Her body frightfully near for my comfort.

November, AirBorne, upState New York.

(Calm down, Cheryl; you'll find it in your Mind...waiting to be grabbed)