In the greens that brought warmth,
only the white cold remains to decorate.
Stirring from behind the window pane,
sits a woman pondering her fate.

Peering out above the world absently,
she falls into the depths of thought.
Pleading to nothing but the emptiness,
she cries for all she has fought.

It seems as though her war is endless,
being blinded by each victorious battle.
Happiness seeps further away each time,
leaving her to a maddening prattle.

Hope, begins to feel foolish to her,
yet she holds on tightly to the flame.
Even in nothing, she believes something-
that all of this must change.