Lonely November
Winter calls.
Her cold whispers caress my heart,
satin wet shivers draw me near,
Her embrace, a lonely death, I fear,
just me, with Winter far but clear,
promises I made float by in ice,
dead, no funeral pyre, no sound,
each oath a lie, each lie a footstep,
hell bound.
I must rest now, my dear,
for I have gotten too old,
I have no more words to be sold.
Winter calls, it's time for me to go.
Her cold whispers caress my heart,
satin wet shivers draw me near,
Her embrace, a lonely death, I fear,
just me, with Winter far but clear,
promises I made float by in ice,
dead, no funeral pyre, no sound,
each oath a lie, each lie a footstep,
hell bound.
I must rest now, my dear,
for I have gotten too old,
I have no more words to be sold.
Winter calls, it's time for me to go.
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