Here is so desolate;   Times, they are dark   Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar      Empathy arises   whilst thou drapest this world in black;   The only colour that can paint my soul      Clad in the shades of night   Thou reflects the pure of heart      Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth   The thorn in my side - thou retainst      Thy breeze maketh me shiver   Maimeth me with its frozen malice   Thou minglest with the dense night   I hearken to the voice of thy winds   They are the saddest of all sounds of thine   Never will I take leave from thy haunt      Hast thou ever desired me?   I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...