As I succumb to winter’s fiery claws,
The shadows rise
And cloud my eyes;
I feel myself forgetting nature’s laws.
As icy hands grip hard my burning heart,
I feel it break
As I awake
To darkness, which on my soul leaves its mark.
Ice melts in spring as strife and sadness do,
But it’s too late:
Too deep in hate
I’ve found myself… Now death is nothing new.