Sepulchral Winter

As forgotten souls suffer,

In a blooming garden,

I lie paralyzed

In that deadly whiteness.

Entwined branches reach for me

With silent entreaties

As my hands they are

Tied by ruthless frost.

My eyes are wide open

Watching absence of everything

They are used to see darkness

That light will never disturb.

Forever be my tomb,

The snowdrift without edges,

Forever be my shelter,

From those who left me here.