As I walk in this br dead winter, the moon br is silently moving br above the trees. br Dimming lights br pushing through the branches. br br From the traceries br of the past. br Hoping to find a resolve br of this void. br br The wind shifted. Swiftly, br drifting through br my pain. From afar, br a light is flickering. br br Sharp are his words br has become. Slashing. br Taking a monstrous shape. br br I've promised, I will br forbid this heart to want br him again.