The Winter of My Soul

The diamonds of an Autumn frost
Lay cold and hard upon the paths we used to walk
Treasures only to be looked at and remembered
Not to be held and warmed by lovers hands
Tortured souls cry in the winds that herald winter
Tearing leaves from the skeletal limbs of stout old oaks
The sun hides early, frightened off by the approach of Winter

Winter, the season of darkness,
The moon rules regal in our sky
Cold and hard, the King of Cold
The Prince of Darkness
The Queen of Tides and Insanity
The symbol of our love

Winter, our season. The moon, our sovereign
Cold and hard, the ground, our hearts
Black and dark, our hearts, our lost love.