A crisp cold day
Reluctantly makes way
For a pale spectral evening
Whose sky isn't willingly beaming
With even a single drop of star
That may rest like a victorious scar
Upon the dim dull curtains of a night
That seem to be enticed by nothing bright
Except dusting the landscape all around
With a deluge of derisive winds that hound
A mighty silence
And an aggravated sentience
Tonight