Still , silent and stubborn, The darkness relentless, Grips my soul, in clammy glee. The Stark white snow is slowly melting away The wavelets are back, No longer scared frozen. All my kin are here Each in its own silent domain Each wondering in eternal silence As we of the dark always do, What the others are upto. That is the way of life in the land of the lonely Lonely and unwanted, Mostly fondling dreams, Everlasting dreams.
The ravings of a maniac. A fusion of fears, mythical and current.