LWZealot

Lost in the dark of this night, Not wanting to be found, Walking blind from the sight, With no one to see around, Hidden from my own tears, Wanting to forget my dream, Fighting all these black fears, In these lone walkers grim, Where no one can be seen.

Memories of a black and white frame, As snow falls down into the dark earth, Between the branches of this dark forest, As the wind singes words of sorrow, In this night with no moon to light me, Only the cold of the white snow comes, To the pit of darkness of this place, Tears of ice hang from the trees, As if they could feel the solitude, As I kneel into the dark ground, And release one last breath one last tear, I only whish I could see her one more time, Its all black and white….and red. Memories of … a frame.