To Thou Who Dwellest in the Night

Here is so desolate;
Times, they are dark
Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afarEmpathy arises
whilst thou drapest this world in black;
The only colour that can paint my soulClad in the shades of night
Thou reflects the pure of heartAmidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth
The thorn in my side - thou retainstThy breeze maketh me shiver
Maimeth me with its frozen malice
Thou minglest with the dense night
I hearken to the voice of thy winds
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine
Never will I take leave from thy hauntHast thou ever desired me?
I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...