автор: Crusader_

The nights of mourn are ever welcomed
when filled are our hearts with ice
but in your dreams to me you beckoned
how could you think this will suffice

My love is deep and everlasting
your chains are more than iron clad
such cage for me is simply ghastly
to free myself I’ll be so glad

Shattered pieces is our kingdom
blizzards have withdrawn their loan
yet I have found my true, whole freedom
my soul is finally ... alone.