Dead Winter Fields
Pages turn, the chapters close The sun sets on a bleak Day Rising again to an evermore darkness Vanity truly it seems, the wind rushes onward Fools we are Soon will be your time and mine, it will all be taken from you and I Inescapable coming vision, trapped in the aftermath The plants withered quickly, down to dust Only regret as snow on dead winter fields Time will have you as well Old and forgotten, cold and rotten Crying in the soul for unhealing scars The beauty was vain, the purpose was pain Can't come to grips, departed Grieving-hearted, lost again Up within the loft, peer inside the box Empty now from the tears, purpose lost from the years Surely my words fall swiftly on Missed by all whose near Like the rust that abounds Nothing left to do but waste away Can you feel the death in my veins? Can you see it's becoming? In the ice of winter's grip My inner self transforming Look into these hands of mine See the rusted scars of time Darkness breaks into the soul Devours all that's left Freeze creeps in and kills the heart Ice has done its frozen part Bury the hope in the fields Never to be felt again
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026
These scars left memories Cold and ice, and frozen wind Drifting to forgotten now Becoming nothing but a dream Night terrors, ripped apart Awakening to nothing The waves keep crashing against the shore Over and over, again once more The point of change within For battles will not leave a man the same Was I punished for no reason at all? Or was it the fire that I needed To cleanse all from the forefront of my heart Upward and wrapped about A soft painful glow, and darkness beyond The light upon the pillars burned into my mind's eye This close to leaving it all behind Many paths have I traveled And yet it stays before me The snow still lingers in the air Still falls upon my dreams Fields of frozen delusion Wastelands of beautiful pain Leave me but still abide Be gone, but reside within Treasure the agony Inhale the taste of this soul's retch Bathe in misfortune's neglect Let it revive me inwardly Stripped down to the dregs Let evil be seen for what it is Let God be true, every man a liar As I think upon my death Sing your dirge, and weep within Cover yourself in the ashes again Sing your dirge, and weep within Cover yourself in the ashes again Sing your dirge, weep within Cover yourself in the ashes again Sing your dirge, weep within Cover yourself in the ashes again
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025