Winter of Darkest Despair

I have nothing left to bring me joy
The lilies of spring no longer bloom.
In the darkness of night these thoughts I employ.
Bring me rain, oh sky; dampen sunny day to gloom.

As the moon's pale face soars above
I wail in anguish to the heavens, pleading
Life pure and gentle as the whitest dove
No longer plays in my view, happiness fleeting.

The cold frost of winter numbs the fingers of grace
That I might feel warmth, that I might feel love
My heart grows hard at length, knowing its place
I know not but what clouds drift by in blue above.

In darkness I linger for long hours at a time
By fading embers of a once glorious radiance
But softly all gaiety that was once called mine
Will fade to dull anger and hatred lacking patience

This world has spurned my kindly soul, crushing
No more softly could I laugh in joy nor willful happiness
My mind like and endless stream, murky waters rushing
And in silence I die as I lived, unsmiling cloaked in darkness.