Light is dim

In fact, it is naught

Spring went into summer,

Yet summer stepped aside

As autumn took its place

Then autumn died

And winter came to stay



Beyond the waste remains of

Autumns decayed suit

Neither heat nor frost

Maketh any difference



Silent solitude

Winter's reign

That which once was

And perhaps once more to be

Sleeps...



In the land where dreams are reality

And reality is no more to be

If thou from 'ere canst see

- Solitaire reality -

Winter thy cryb, and thus,

Thine crypt...



...And by spring's soft embrace you will awake

From winter's peaceful sleep...