The song of Winter

Winter calls to me,
and I mean to answer.
Its cold embrace beckons me,
into her tight grip that is full of hate.

Winter calls to me,
and my knee bends to her cold heartless voice.
Her hardened hands offer me the sword,
the blade of sorrow and pain.

Winter calls to me,
and my heart gives out.
All warmth and love withdraw,
to the unseen castle of winter's vengeance.

For winter calls to me,
and my knee bends,
my heart gives out,
and worst of all,
I mean to answeer her call.

In simple words that is what happens when one soul gives up all that it once deemed as good in the world. The hope and love that once filled it disappear into the nothingness that is the world. Never will it have hope, only the damage, pain and anger will remain and when the iron lady that is winter comes, the soul shall not deny her.