Wisps of light linger in the velvet black
Winter grips the city in a wail.
Soon you won't be able to counter the end;
Winter's breath will slowly kill your scream.

As silk wings brush the clouds, I notice that
This city ends at the lake.
I close my eyes and suddenly I hear a whisper
Uttered in the most soothing voice I have ever heard
As you softly mutter "You never listen"
Shadows deepen and I stare straight ahead.