Colors gently fades as cost
Time goes as chances are lost
shadows pursuing the light
slowly takes over my sight

You couldn’t give that piece of sky
So I had to break free and cry
Where Harmonies once echoed
Silence now swells and bellows
Drowning it all

Thou’st inquired to the cause of my love,
I must sayeth thy query bewilders me,
When thou, as an angel sent from above;
Enriches mine soul that now calleth for thee.
With thine eyes akin to stormy oceans,
And hair a halo of most purest gold,
Compels mine heart to thy subjugation,
And melts hence the raw frost of winter’s cold.
That sagacious and cultivated mind,
Forever infatuated and wonders me.
Thou witty words and sound of voice I findeth,
Enthralls my mind and charms me to thee.
Thou a being too divine for reality,
Knoweth that my love for thee outsteps infinity.

There sits the old-fashioned wall-clock
Elitist in what it’s allotted
Always watching over the flock
Never bit condescending spotted

It sees all the wickedness
But would never treat partial
Although it sees the kindness
It can be sometimes martial

But no matter the crime
It is always waiting
Counting forever time
Never innovating

Sometimes merciful, sometimes not
But adamantly, makes all rot

Arctic cold that pierced the soul
All around laid frozen coal
Coming forth a chilling sheet
Shattering all thoughts of heat

Cold icy hands came with a breeze
You felt every last blood drop freeze
Not the coldest day could compare
The sweet naive children beware

Just a look froze your thoughts
Now bitter and numbed knots
They wouldn’t leave unto
your heart seemed stone dead too

Ashes and dust,ruling the world
A throne upon the dead
Colorless sounds slowly whirled
Papers from books we read