(A WINTERSUNSET... [1996])
Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our
Precious art... My love sinks into a thick
Grey veil of mist.
Trees... leafless trees... the epitaph of
The sun. What once was green presents now
Grey and trist.
A gloomy grave... a foreseen death...
A symbol for our pain... drowned in a
Flood of autumn rain.
Silhouettes of light astray somewhere
In the clouds. Ravens traverse, involving
Withering shrouds...
