Shall my heart begin to wither

Voices whisper "My child, come hither"

Born of undying savagery from winter's rage

Yet through trial I am the warlock, ringmaster, and sage



Mint leaves adorn a crescent tree, swaying in cold winds

Under blue light the man smiles, but falls prey to unyielding sin

To his knees he falls, and in silence he cries a silent prayer

"Take the breath that fills my very lungs for this pain is more than I can bear"



No two snowflakes may be alike, but to him she was his only other

Now in revelation to a dream in white flames, could she love another?

Questions lurk beneath white snow, here arrives my final sacrifice

For he spent years igniting the fire, yet her heart has turned to ice



The blade is sheared, blessed with razor sharp crystals of nature's grotesque intention

Yet the verdict is of his own blame, doth he suffer under his own cruel invention?

Amongst his heart is shreds and tears, like the letters he once held dear

No longer will he sleep in tears, just lay beneath blood stained near



A coffin in eternal sleep lay underneath an old oak tree, firm and bold

Once there was warmth between his fingers, now there is only cold

Red lipstick still caresses his cheek, the only memory left in death

Now his spirit may be at ease, his stressful mind may be at rest





Arctic winds slice his face, engraving messages of sorrow on his skin

So he burns the final bridges of his past, and torches the violins

Can you envision a reality where she bore winter's ring?

But the scorpions have left their treacherous mark, forever he will feel the sting