Of the cold night...

Darkness. Crept up silently.

So gently did it tread.

Warmth. Yanked away so suddenly.

The stars had shone so brightly, gently.

Like the hope of a distant land.

And it hailed.

So harshly, so majestically.

The Wind. Bored down to the marrow.

Lightning. Pierced through my eyes.

So blinding and yet so softly.

A Song. Rang through the heavy formless air.

Woeful and despair were its theme.

A Game. That wasn't meant to be played.

Hopelessness was its rules.

And so the Prince of Darkness, slothful and yet artful,

took the heart and buried it.

In a distant land, beyond the marshes, deep beneath and above lay the cold damp earth.