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...