Here is so desolate;
Times, they are dark
Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar


Empathy arises
whilst thou drapest this world in black;

The only colour that can paint my soul

Clad in the shades of night

Thou reflects the pure of heart

Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth

The thorn in my side - thou retainst

Thy breeze maketh me shiver

Maimeth me with its frozen malice
Thou minglest with the dense night
I hearken to the voice of thy winds

They are the saddest of all sounds of thine
Never will I take leave from thy haunt


Hast thou ever desired me?
I receive no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...