Sepulchral Winter - Abstract Spirit

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