• Chilling calm
    the snow falls
    still upon the graves
    Hollow hearts of
    the dead still beating
    drumming out their
    long lost screams
    frightful spirits
    soon to rise
    and haunt our
    waking dreams
    A new moon leaves
    the world so dark
    wrapping round
    the broken hearts
    loss of voice
    no sound rings out
    no hope of ever being found
    within the reaches of the night