The Snow falls upon the soft soil,

Sparking the beginning of my Winter,

My White Knight remains quite Loyal,

Even as his Love starts to deter.

Yet this Loyalty has been too muddled by Love,

Leaving him confused and swayed,

And in a great outburst of Passion thereof,

My Heart tore and cleaved.

Lying still and alone upon the scalding Snow,

As the whimsical wind brushes against my chilled cheek,

I am buried deep down below,

During a Winter quite bleak.

But Seasons pass,

From Winter to Spring,

From soft soil sprouts green Grass,

To forget Winter's cruel fling.

And so the scalding Snow melts,

To give room to stemming buds.

The long Winter thus ends,

Old Scars thus mends.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump,

This warm feeling in my chest,

While I sit in a somber slump.

My mind plagued and stressed,

From memories of that one day,

My mind's all messed.

My World veiled in gray,

Ever since you took flight,

Why couldn't you have stayed.

That Smile that shone so bright,

That left me without words,

I should've held you tight.

Yet to cage a free Bird —

In a cage of Love and Passion,

Such a thing is absurd.

Those Feelings from that day dyed ashen —

Shall warm me in your stead,

With your Words I shall fashion.

My Heart that once bled —

Will one day mend,

And unto the Future — I will tread.

Onto Happiness I will ascend —

Into a Tomorrow — perhaps without you —

With Time, even sweet Sorrows come to an end —

And so I too flew —

Free from all Blues.

Clang, Clang, Clang,

Sings the solemn Clock underneath the starry Night,

With a small stem of Light hidden from sight,

Joining in the revel, it sang.

As the Sun slowly rised, and rised, and rised,

Up into the now clear sky,

The Light, now budding, looked spry,

As it swayed at the beat of the reprise.

And while it danced, the Sun rose to the zenith,

With the Light finally blossoming,

Its Dance ever so promising,

A Frisk lasting till Sabbath.

Yet the Sun still set, and with a sudden, resounding Bang,

The Light slowly fell,

And bowed as though compelled,

Clang, Clang, Clang.

A world of scornful smiles and swaying shadows,

Creeping, surrounding and all-encumbering,

Under the pale Moon, you lie slumbering,

Upon thorny roses of gray meadows.

Yet even in the deep darkness,

A glimpse of Light catches your sight,

As though it had pitied your plight,

Waning in the sky like a fallen Noblesse.

The Moon, she who stood tall in the sky,

Veiled in dark clouds of malefaction,

A royal Celestial among the putrefaction,

Had heard your silent cry.

So she woke you from your nightmare,

From a dream spanning an eternity,

Yet this Light that borders insanity,

Is this a Light of Hope, or Despair?

Hands filled with gold,

A treature so bold.

Hands filled with power,

That tastes quite sour.

Hands filled with lust,

A life so robust.

Hands filled with all,

Yet nothing could prevent my fall.

Hands filled with gold,

Yet it left my hands quite cold.

Hands filled with power,

Yet me it devoured.

Hands filled with lust,

Love devoid of trust.

Hands with nothing at all,

Nothing to answer my call.

From one came two,

A soul cleaved in half,

As they both made their debut,

In a concerto of tears and laughs.

From small they danced,

A pirouette of fate’s design,

And as if by chance,

Their future turned divine.

Perhaps fate or choice,

That led them to this Life,

Thus today we rejoice,

Another day free of strife.

A day to celebrate and revel,

In merry memories and untold time,

Fear not of the Devil,

For he dares not chime,

And taint this sweet dream,

Carpe Diem.

What did you see on the horizon?

Was it something beyond the sunrise?

Perhaps a fleeting hope?

Floating amidst the early rays,

Accompanied by the warmth from the coming dawn.

Or was it the despair of the past?

The ever encroaching past,

The relentless chains the wind and bind.

Perhaps it was neither, and rather, a dream.

The dream of a transient tomorrow.

A tomorrow that will end as swift as yesterday,

Yet last an eternity in this one moment.

A tomorrow as fleeting as hope,

As binding as the bleak past,

And as transient as the seasons.

A blessing, or perhaps a curse in guise?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My heart now dead,

For you had fled.

Merlot is red,

Liquer is blue,

Why did you leave,

Knowing I would grieve.

My blood is red,

My veins are blue,

I slash and thrash,

Leaving a gash.

Yet roses still red,

Violets still blue,

I will never forget you,

No matter how much I want to.

For how long have I been here,

Lying on the stone pavement,

Amidst the rain and the ashen scent,

Unable to move due to worn-out gears.

The stars that once lit the Night sky,

Now vanished into the Night,

Not a Celestial in sight,

My ducts long dried.

I remember once when my gears stirred,

When they once roared and thundered,

When they once rumbled and thrashed,

But that time has long past.

And so I drift to still sleep,

Blanketed by the daunting Darkness,

Facing its cold carress,

Letting it steeply seep.

Cold, cold, cold,

A step towards the untold,

I dare not move,

Lest I be removed,

From this too short life,

Of my pain and strife,

For I would miss that warmth,

Thus I cannot conform,

To accept this fate,

To pass that Gate,

Would be all too bad,

That would leave all sad,

Yet I cannot resist,

That distant voice that insist,

I leave and bade fatewell,

A voice much like a spell,

And so I close my eyes,

As others cry,

Cold, cold, cold,

A step towards the untold.