Thieves in Blue - The Autumns

Forever

An escapade escaping

A senseless winter’s weeping

Whiteless whispers keeping

A frozen stare

I fear

It doesn’t end here with a grin

Her eyes to stir from a dreamless sleep

Her silver

Fingers of December

Sting on the skinless waters

To ebb the sound of laughter

Another day

I fear

It doesn’t end here with a grin

She sleeps forevermore

Under cover of the fallen snow

Filigree and pale, ashen scent

Frost and chill as the breath to slow

(and crimson bells)

The wind it quells winter’s sad lament