Small simpering sounds amongst the night Sweetly whispering whimsical woes Wondering whether you'll stay in sight Soft stars singing silently in sunken sky Sharp glistening gems and subdued cries Frosted flares of fiery anger Enraptured by an encased heart so icily clad And so you feed a hurt based hunger Hopelessy pining for what love was once had To come calling, cawing like crows