Flurries of snow, flickering 'cross the road.
Stars like angel eyes in the darkness above.
Eagles of shadows, clouds cover the moon.
Winter is here, but spring will come soon.
Hidden in nature, the script of life lays.
Here we sit, corrupt and broken
Caught in our bastardly ways.
Missteps and grimaces litter the halls
Curtains of moral dust cover the walls
Created by mortal men, kept so short and dense
Time makes fleeting passes by with
Its arrows of ill-intent
Crushed by destruction and made anew by a hate
Craters of disaster pepper our fate
Mingled with blood so purely red
What is it, what is it
To truly be dead?
Puddled with your tears
Time wanders its weary way on
Becoming more tired every year
Quit killing the swan
Never to rise, and not allowed to flag, fail or fall
Flurries of time flicker 'cross the walls
