Winter now..... no more the sun
She is my tormentor !!
As i lay naked to her touch
She caresses ... burns...all that she has taken from me
And whispers of places ...that i do not wish to be

I am cold  and there is comfort
For i do not feel....pain
There is a freedom
In this... ice-so-lation

As time itself stops
Frozen.... the memories
That would be faded by the sun
And aged before their time

Mistress winter ..thou art mercifull .