Frigid is the winter winds blowing unto me.
Blowing your winds of melancholy.
Showing the colds’ cruel ambition.
Turning the shallow hearts of man bitter.
Blow the wind shall go unto thee.
Blow the eternal gust.
Escape your tormented soul.
Escape through your melancholy eruption.
Agony through your time froze your crux.
It composed you with such a feeling of detest.
Twisting your presence from exquisite beauty.
To magnificent trepidation.
Blow your winds of indifference.
Blow your winds of woe.
Will your cold crux become warm again?
Or will you forever be trapped?
In this eternal winter.
