• A cold dark night
    The glimmering moonlight
    Truly a spectacle to see
    And yet, somewhat, melancholy
    A long lonesome road
    But what does it's fate bode
    The forest of gray
    Of which the bare trees sway
    A being of great sadness
    That would drive anyone to madness
    And yet continues to move along
    Using willpower to stay strong
    A truly lonesome existence
    With no assistance
    The absolute epitome
    Of what sorrow must truly be...