Tempest (The Wind Blows Cold)
The wind blows cold
And it is dark inside,
Teal crows paint the skyline
Torpid ,paralysed.
The wind blows cold;
Gray clouds it bends;
The same old tempest
I used to call my friend...
The wind blows cold,
Dead petals fall
The soul - a fringe of tin...
Trances I forge,
And words I scrawl
As guilty memories crawl in...
The wind blows cold
And I am tired...