Peaked roof and rolling gusts

Bathed in the powder

Of winter’s kiss

Frost-bitten feet and starved bodies

Trudging through the shadowed steps

Ice refracts shades of color

Red, blue and green

As the boiled skulls of those departed

Fill the air with azure haze

The walls filled with crimson screams

Drip scarlet from skin flung in excess

Illuminated by the gentle fire’s whispers.

Ash clings to vacant seats

And ceilings cave to grief

The blood smeared faces of lovers lost

Trapped within their halls.

Laughter breaks the silent scene

Its shattered, limp remains

And speaks to dreams of evergreen

Somewhere far away.