Once before, long passed yellow birch wood leaves
And the cracking thunder of frozen bark
As winter bore its might upon the eve
As herald hold the sun's sweet singing lark.
For pass now the union of grand disgrace;
The dying rose petals on the hollow.
The bending, winding trees like love's embrace,
Adorning homes for the whistling swallow.
Ravaged of all by grand torrents.
It could not stand the setting of the sun,
nor the rise of the twilight hue of night.
Yet soon the days of nights will come to end.
Such is the enigma of that great void,
And come it to this, I shall be destroyed!