Jealous of The Winter

the confessions that you bring
that all those sordid things
were only fantasy
the rain no one can see

your stance a sullen view
and still I turn to you
a gifted parody
of what you saw in me

your troubles merely Fall
I swore to know them all
and turned away at last
the menace of a past

that strikes at clumsy hands
forever shall it stand
as skill is rarer than
passion from a man

who has no sense of him
self bends to your whim
though gods and greater lies
vanish from the guise

they played upon your heart
that tragic, violent start
they counted on to break
no, you they won't unmake

not the villain's wrath
the fury no hell hath
that pyre fed on pain
that you feed again

and on the blackened step
where death so vainly crept
you passed the saga on
your faultless paragon

has an empty fist
though in the parts you missed
and aweful promises
were broken homages

to a girl that never was
that soul won't grow because
it never snowed wiithin her
oh jealous of the Winter

Jealous of The Winter

the confessions that you bring
that all those sordid things
were only fantasy
the rain no one can see

your stance a sullen view
and still I turn to you
a gifted parody
of what you saw in me

your troubles merely Fall
I swore to know them all
and turned away at last
the menace of a past

that strikes at clumsy hands
forever shall it stand
as skill is rarer than
passion from a man

who has no sense of him
self bends to your whim
though gods and greater lies
vanish from the guise

they played upon your heart
that tragic, violent start
they counted on to break
no, you they won't unmake

not the villain's wrath
the fury no hell hath
that pyre fed on pain
that you feed again

and on the blackened step
where death so vainly crept
you passed the saga on
your faultless paragon

has an empty fist
though in the parts you missed
and aweful promises
were broken homages

to a girl that never was
that soul won't grow because
it never snowed wiithin her
oh jealous of the Winter