serene, icy cold winds blew that day
that day she left, trees moaned in sleep
flowers wept, the sun long gone, slept
only whispers from old sirens felt
haunted ships of old memories lie in disrepair, wrecked
old, tattered and decaying like crevices of an old door
One i stopped stepping on, eating itself on the floor
music written, abandoned and destroyed
a broken score, a static flare on the edge of night
infected and choked by plague, blight
gangrene on the soul, black blue and white
all brittle, all bite
I shiver under the shelter of a dark cave
while I mourn her loss
Winter, she was cruel.
Letter upon letter, I wrote as seasons passed
Questions, answers, doubts yet nobody to ask
t’was quite a task
when yer at the end of the flask
give him a mask! give him a mask!
It was all so slow, it was all so fast
the weeping banshee wails, a remnant tethered flag still half mast
still in fragments and glass shards, I peek at the past
too many love letters aside, cast
what might one do when all that’s left is the twig of a tree
another crumpled up page about what we used to be
a delightful mystery, an abyss underneath a beautiful symphony
a cacophony of all that was dark, all that dissonance and all that monotony
reduced down to a bare memory
Is it all that she wanted of me?
Winter, why were you so cruel to be?