The season reflects my desolate mood,
The harsh wind and the rain batter my heart,
We vacate a hushed yet long lasting feud,
playing the game we have both learnt by heart.
Yesteryears cast shadows on my present,
and tomorrow is lit with obscure light,
the day is filled with a hopeless lament,
my only relief are sweet dreams at night.
Such a bleak thing is an immortal love,
undying, un-resting, a creator
of hope, of reaching heaven and above,
a faithless friend, yet an honest traitor.
I know in my heart what has to be done,
but I know with my soul that he has won.