Voices soft and echoing

Outside of safer places

In ponds, paddles gently rowing.

To take away the fear and pain

Nestled in your soul

But hiding, hiding self away

To shiver in the cold

A snowflake falls to melt on warmth

Brushing fingers, closer, closer

To shake your head, to close the door

It could happen, like before.

When outside, the sun is gleaming

Casting rays of gentle signs

Excluding, leaving, leaving yours

For, dark conceals the brightest minds.

But in the safety of the night

The shivering takes thoughts away

With images stolen from sight

From reality, the harshest days

A cry is heard, prying through barriers

The wall crumbles, and you fall

Into the pit, the pit of death

Leaving loneliness, secrets kept.

But joy is such a feeling

That can wipe away the past

Which is lashed at by the shadows

Which enclosed you in its grasp

And the menacing world of cruel ice

That fools even the most courageous souls

Then slowly, twisting, twisting knives

Through your heart, throughout the night

Trembling voices call to you

But nothing, it may seem

Is to save you, to help you

And soften deadly, darkened dreams.

But it’s too late now, as all is gone

Wiped away by sorrow’s song

And love, and peace, and hate, and war

Made death happen, like before.

Cruel beauty of the falling snow

Concealing, hiding crimson blood

Of all the things you could not know

Done what was said, said what was done.