Blind WinterLike crystal kisses, oh my mistress,Blind Winter by ~Kaiine
where does your acquiescence stand?
My soul is in a hurricane, this is ever surely pain,
the interlocking of our fingers and hand;
Whisper your cold curtail, masterpiece made cold her tale,
I fear no sky when her lips do land.
Unrequited love is born, joy turns old with scorn,
the sun draws near earth as glass forms where there was sand,
This good-bye is only fleeting, your home is in my heart never leaving;
it is time to return to what death demand.
Like crystal kisses, oh my mistress,
where does your acquiescence stand