It is the winter of our souls,
engulfed in fire, fear, and flood,
while all that once was good and clean,
now seems despoiled by mud.

It is the winter of the fool,
devoid of any truth,
where onetime decent men dissolve
to creatures now uncouth.

It is the winter of their hate,
despising all except their twin,
choosing selfish battles,
that they can never win.

There was one time a noble hope
that lived within our heart,
but now the soulless demons scream
to tear that hope apart.

It is the winter of our souls
and we should know one thing,
however bitter winter's bite,
there always comes the Spring.