The man suddenly  seeing the devils face saw it was his own mirrored back at him. Horrified yet not surprised knowing in the minds of men burned the hottest fires of hell. Then taking in at a glance the blowing away the soul of those closest to him. While his  lay still intact he knew they were meant for him alone. No longer seeking the solace he once thought attainable he shakes hands with that cruel mirror. Then walks forth into the flames hand in hand. No longer questioning Devine providence but embracing thine judgment.

She cut all the ties
With one little lie
Thinking it was a cruel mercy
She took me for a ride
But what she couldn’t hide
Was the truth in her eyes
And when it did I wanted to swim in rye
Till I turned blue from the high
But I knew
That wouldn’t end the pain
I must stay sane
And let go of the blame
So I may forget her name

The stark beauty of winter sets in
Shown in the bare trees, the sharp blues of a winter sky only cold can reveal
The cold cruelty of its shows the reflection of a dried out and damaged soul
The magnificence of winter, and the root of its beauty
Is in knowing to to shall pass
With spring comes what was once dead
Alive again to thrive
Just like a cruel dark soul
With times loving nourishment it to shall pass
First it must endure the storm though
Between death and life
From that a new stringer beauty will manifest
One possessing all the brilliant color and variety of spring
Luck shall have the newly awakens soul live
So it can burn bright in an unending Indian summer
Capable of going out in and out
With the ocean tide
Finnsly at peace!