Once again, it is picked up

S H A K E N

My globe, erupts into a fury; my senses

AWAKEN

Alas, be still, for my heart is

FORSAKEN

Methinks he is my Sun. For this, I am

MISTAKEN

No rise, no light.

Ceaseless winter?

My plight.

Our summertime is nowhere in sight.

Never once more will warmth feel quite right…

My glass orb plummets; the world draped in white.

In harmonic motion, my world is soon frozen…my pain a limitless night.