Winter grows within the silent world
A dream through rayments of ice.
Snow falls gently from above
And stirs the frail world into endless dreams.
Once, time posessed a memory
Betrayed by its existence
Forgotten now, eternal lost
Looking back
Only ebony.

And night, reflecting light as falling glass,
Was broken by the sound of distant footsteps.

-Myriad-

Infinitum...