Underneath the cloudy skies of grey

In the frozen times of winter

A dismal blanket of fog approaches

To shroud a mystic realm with gloom



A feeling of misery enwraps us

In a trance we depart

To a darker shade of consciousness

From where we are worlds apart



Sometimes the cold grey sky

warms the soul like fire

When the dawn no longer sheds

its blinding light of day



After the storm has lifted the darkness never fades

For a dismal winter day shall always shed its grey



Underneath the cloudy skies of grey

In the frozen times of winter

A dismal blanket of fog approaches

To shroud a mystic realm with gloom