spiderweb cracks of bare black branch against slab of slate gray sky
blue sun glow blurry and lost shrouds the world with ice
bite of cold winter wind cuts through flesh naked and scarred
bone white flecks of fractals fall to dust the red and raw
crystal'd waters with gentlest touch melt into seeping wounds
frost fingers roam through veins gone cold seeking the vaults of doom
old heart in hand black carbon char powdered ash blown high and free
corpse crow caw shattering shriek endless echoes mocking me
night at noon and no one saw there's nothing left to be
I swear I didn't mean for this to turn out as goth as it did. I wasn't this goth when I was actually Goth. I was just trying to capture the heart of Winter, as I was feeling it just then.