In the air of an evening mist,
a weeping widow whispers
to the moon in the Heavenly sky.
Beneath the black veil of disguise,
her once clear emotions instantly turn obscure.
Lonely - she hides inside with grief,
waiting for Autumn to pass quicker
so she can begin flooding Winter
with her cold tears that no one will see.
And as she feels so lost,
like a wind travelling through life
without a destiny,
without a chance of embracing beauty or love,
she stops seeking to devour the darkness,
and collapses into defeat!
