Moonlight on an brisk night
Not a soul in sight
No birds in flight nor snowfall white
Just a waning moon's light

Alone I am in this frigid cold
No one's hand to hold
A heart of ice; so I've been told
By whispers in the leaves that rolled

I stop to wonder a while
Standing not with a hint of style
Much less so than a soft leaf pile
Memories coming forth rank and file

Icy winds and half-moons
Biting chills and half-truths
Raindrops falling on broken roofs
All joy is lost in a ****

Words cut deep in my veins
As this soft moonlight wanes
Troubles on my mind; stains
Surreal dissent and pains

Bitter cold and icy chill
Cold enough perhaps to ****
Though hope fills me still
My empty soul it shall not fill

For icy winds chill to the bone
And moonlight reveals a throne
Of white lies to cast a stone
And black blood long since gone