The Darkest Evening of the Year

Whose woods these are I think I know,

The wife is Beth, the husband Bo;

They will not see me stopping here

To plot and plan amongst the snow.

They caused me pain, they caused me fear.

Cries were muffled, no one could hear.

My feet were sore, my bones did ache,

The darkest evening of the year.

They gave me a fright, quite a shake.

I asked if there was some mistake.

Held in the snow, my lips turned blue.

Trying my best to stay awake.

Looking over this snowy view,

One year later, something’s still true:

What they’ve sown they are sure to reap.

Freedom is sweet; Revenge is too.

The woods are lonely and dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before they sleep,

And miles to go before they sleep.

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I put a dark spin on Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", which I committed to memory at a young age. The original poem's flow is wonderful and has made it easy for me to recall nearly 20 years later. While nothing beats the original, I had fun with this! Merry Christmas, friends, and don't go into the woods alone!