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 recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...