Brisk cold ballads
Emerge from the tranquil dark
From the mourning silhouette
That’s stirs and toils in silence

Melodies resurface
And tenderly reflect
Upon the vast and sullen shade
The grey of former years

Bitterly and brash
They pierce the veil of skin
Past labyrinthine flesh
To streams of boiling anguish

Behind solace
The eerie curtain of night
To solely reminisce
Is his lonely
Worthwhile cause