The seasons' cycles draw their end,
with a hollowed echo of love's pretend...

His eyes move with a slow shiver,
They feel the chill of his soul...

I'm full awake and breathless.
In this broken moment...

A glance into my heart
reveals a reflection not my own...

Ragged shoes return to the road
naught has changed to lessen the load...

Five months have passed
still I cannot sleep...

Five branches once grew
each limb weaker than the next...

'If all goes well he won't come home tonight.'
unsharpened knife, unprepared for the fight...