The once beautiful flower has withered and gone it is memory`s charnel vast, that I wepeth on lifeless, this lonely heart swoons neath my breast for my tears bring you back, not from silent rest
Lamentation and woe, peace never shall I know Blood less bitter be than these tears brackish with sorrow every promise ever born, now lay broken false words are better left asleep, on thy lips, than spoken
With autumn`s dirge, summer doth end and dreams, like leaves, decay into the wind pallid as the breath on which they blow is my heart, buried neath a solemn pall of snow
This ice holds no sanctum, nor reason for thy heart`s swift change of season with your dying element and emotion unfold and I, I`ll live no longer, in this cold