A child was born in silence

And winter rose to clothe itself

With a voice of one who weeps

I curse this memory

You held the hand of hope

With glory's wreath

And deceiver's promise

The vows your lips have sworn

Tomorrow wear decay

Stifled sobs

Bow to cold laughter

The breeze is speechless

As the dust drinks the dew

A child-like hope

With fear betrothed 

Never ceases to kiss my feet

This is my final lamenting kiss

I have spun my last thread

My dreams have broke

My jewels are tarnished

The wailings of the heart

Are with the unborn

Dreams of poetry

It is cold within

My knotted hand strikes

A tuneless chord

The noise of tongues

In my darkened labyrinth

Prophesies are withered

To a face careworn

Why have I forsaken you?

The dove so long imprisoned

Sour remembrance

Of a day never born

My retreating steps

Are clothed in shadows

Laden in black

A man foresworn

Heaven wept

For the wounds that bled

Tears more bitter than blood

Vex my soul

I am thrown on your mercies

Yet my heart is still hardened

Weep for me, my god, weep for me

Sooth my grief

Through my artless prayers

My tears burden your aching soul

I held hope's hand

But let her forsake me

May I be faithful

to hold onto yours

To my god of darkness

my sombre romantic