In the air there is a smell of rime
In this darkest corner of time

The whole world silent as a choir of mutes
Save for the crunching of one pair of boots

Breaths become ghosts that flee into the night
As the chill devours the last of the light



All love now as dead as the skeletal trees
Icy doom brought nature to its knees

Trudging along a forgotten road
The coffin heavy with its lifeless load

Its bearer now left alone
Of his companions remains nothing save bone



The grave already an open wound in the dirt
And yet the one who carved it is the one who was hurt

Now the bundle is tucked into its earthen bed
Tears freeze with memories of the life she lead



Layed to sleep beside your mother
All alone with your stillborn brother
Father now wishes that the reaper would claim just one other