Lost in the storming of the north

someone warm up his own beloved

a feeble flower of the north



No one can hear their sos

but could someone ever care less,

of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?



She was brighter than a star

he loved to watch the rain

and just like a trick of life

they departed in winter



Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust

bonded by time in tears and rust

in the darkest hall of winter lust



No one could hear their sos

and no-one could ever care less,

about two creatures laid to rest