Take my hand and I’ll guide you through this grey winter scene Of snowflakes and ashes drifting across a lonely winter dream Of dying last words expelled as a crystallized sigh And sanguine tears frozen from the hearts final cry As the ghosts of spring chill the children of autumn The parents of summer lay frozen but rotten The shadow of the sun blots out the stars And the darkness of daylight puts the world behind bars When the sincerity of sorrow was all there was left to defend He knew the infinite ice could never end So hope was drained to a void beyond reach A heart kept in a keep never to be breached So shrouded in darkness, the cold became his cloak And the ice his sword, in frozen words he spoke Reaping the reward of an illusion of perfection Only asked to sacrifice his desire for affection When isolated in the cold for so long Numbness can make the right feel wrong But once one is accustomed to seeing in the dark They can be blinded by the faintest spark And such a spark did exist An explosion of light piercing the fog and the mist The clouds part as the sun is reignited And a faint smile makes him feel invited In its heat beautiful ice sculptures melt Freed from an idol before which I knelt Thawed on the inside but feeling no pain Supported by the thought of a single name Defenceless, but graced with the gentlest touch Supported by an angelic crutch