Wind whip-whistles on a winter morn    

A hand pale white                                 
Tender love pricked on verdant thorn
A distraction from cold wind’s bite         

Traveller retrieves his heart
For the one he once loved
No longer keeps it warm
Without ambition he is left forlorn
Forsaken and lost
Left to wander in desolate frost

A heart without a home

Scarlet stains the infinite white
Heat of Life
Steaming in Death’s cold
A single drop in heatless light
Draw ruby from deep with emerald knife
A single drop so bold

A single rose wilts without a home