The sun was slipping behind the mountains

Crushing frozen branches

As it was the only bit of nature left.

Birds could be heard in the distance,

As if winter had swallowed them whole…

Everything my eyes could see

a different shade of grey,but

Just as cold and dry the winter is

So cold is the love of my lover.

Failing tides

Snow falling

But none could be seen

beautiful.

Her heart is cold

And her love dry,

She tries to care…

A cold chill crosses my face

As she is starring into the darkness of my eyes,

Not scarred of the shadows,

But what my lay in them.