In the dead calm
of the silence of the night...

I watch the silver cogs turn,
effortlessly...

Shall I glance at yonder world,
my eyes corrupt with tears...

I never knew that tears could scar.
Could leave deep gashes in my soul...

The truth,
in all honesty...

Walking through a crimson field
hand in hand, through wild tulips...

Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...

He said that he loved me.
And I believed he truly did...

For once the clock strikes midnight skies,
the winter shines; the tendrils gleam...