Wooden fencing long decayed,
With what's left of faded paint
Cold steel gate swings open wide
A smell of death is faint
Flowers yellow, that once adorned,
Door has rot to brown
Grey crumpled leaves are only now,
One solace for the crown
On lifeless garden's ground,
laid roses,once were red.
Stood presently but a single tree,
Whose rusted remains bled
Hidden in the fog,
Cloaked by the mist,
No torch will shine,
from the divine,
Before it falls to the abyss
For the fruits are gone;
And the trunk lay hollow;
Long blown away;
Chirping songs of the Swallow
And spring is no longer;
But stay is the permafrost;
And maybe accompanying it,
In the dark,
A monument to innocence lost
Ah...wind is blowing
Hail is now so strong,
Weather of misfortune,
Plays a merry song