With guffaws and howls I wither away the field
An untimely shudder separates wood and bark
Looks back at frost and fog
Night as day In eternal vigil
Gold cold rips
Towards light I drift
But all embers die
Where I rest my should
Always alone
There is none to walk with me
Eternal winter is what I am
You are afraid when I am near
The soul seeks eternal warmth
All it gets is a lonely resentment
The crops of the field forever desolate
Where I leave my mark
My grief is greater than words