I hear the howl, the winds of hate,
The night calling through bitter frost.
A searing scowl of christened fate,
A light falling beyond love lost.
The echo rings, a trumpet blast!
The darkness shines, the dead stand tall.
Memory sings the moment past,
Silence defines the loss of all.
For deafened ears may heed the call
But blinded eyes may never see.
The price in years behind a wall
Of selfless cries to misery.
True pain, inflicted, holds her charm,
But grown men crawl on bloodied knees.
The feigned, addicted, see no harm,
Sacrifice all in need to please.
Thus Time recounts tainted vision,
Near sighted hopes on stars far flung.
Shame mounts the steed of indecision
Fear's plight on slopes of sorrows, wrung.
The castles fall by blood red sky
The victims flail in the melee.
One by one all will hone the cry,
By gust and gale, forsake the day.
Riches plundered, vows forgotten,
Dreams laid to death, we mourn no more.
Truth, encumbered, misbegotten,
In gasping breath evens the score.
A lifelong act, poured into passion,
Dares call upon priceless delight.
Ignoring fact, in some sweet fashion,
‘Twill all be gone, in but one night.
It's the little things you take for granted,
That'll mean the most to you when they're gone.