Any distraction will do
Anything to ride out this gloom
The lugubrious weight of the present
The cumbersome pains of the past

Precipitous symphony
Of crystals falling:
So much louder in memory
Than when it’s trumpets were calling

In hues ever vibrant, recollection lies to the eye
Through the mind’s romanticism
And the ever running passage of time

The allure of the unknown
As goddesses depicted in splendor
In actuality may be more haggard than thе brush stroke’s render

By truth and horror nonе shall be spared
Left to embrace the phantoms of those who once cared
So if it is true the sun also rises in hell;
I’ll applaud the hope in this world and keep none for myself

Forgetting the pain
The fear and the doubt
Beseeching grey skies
Enduring the snow drought