Winterchylde Ashen Skies
A winter night sleeps soundly beneath my heart
With an ocean of midnight seducing the desperate soul
within
Bright disciples in the heavens adore her great gift
without end
As the light from her lips gently kisses my skin
Upon whispered breath I divulge my innermost fears
An understanding touch of forgiveness releases empty
disdain
Concealing her tender poison of somber volition
She entangles desire with pleasure and pain
The guilt remains and a gift is lost
A constant remorse for the emptiness
Through tears and dreams I see myself
A wretched lover in a life once remembered
