Thrilling Chills

For my wife

Oh how the night sends a chill, it makes your spirit thrill at the very
senses that tingle in the late hour. Oh how the spine makes me feel how a
weaker man might kneel at the feet of what the unforgiving night may
bring. But not this soul, not this life. You will find with me that I
will fight. No, not this night. Tho the night is young, there will be a
sun. But don't count that your soul will make it.