The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck...

Look at me.
I feel your heart racing...

Even aloe cannot soothe this summer's burn,
for it comes not from sun, but of sin and scorn...

Don't tell me you'll come back to me
if death may ride your way...

For once the clock strikes midnight skies,
the winter shines; the tendrils gleam...

So silent you sit.
So still...

When Spring arrives to take the lead,
all silence befalls the rising sun...

Silver footsteps in the snow,
padded prints so small and free...

A hurricane of fancy faces
swirl an ever safe dance...

Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...

Wing shod messenger
threw lyre at red God of War...

Enshrouded by the night's sweet song,
the faeries start their dance...