Winter breathes across the world
covering me in softness...

Fleeting memories darting forth
toppled at the yawning entrance...

Today the thoughts of some old man
have seemed to come to hount the son...

A monster seeks the fiber of my being
longing for all that i hold dear...

Sorrow sits a lonely friend
waiting for my quick return...

The truth
last and final victory...

Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...

Sitting neath a willow tree
i looked upon the place id set...

Words are made then used in phrase
Created and shaped to fit each purpose...

Could you pass me a little time
its lying there just on your left...

A jesters only smile
the truth hidden behind a fear of death...

I lost the life i long to lead
along the worn and trodden path...