The Frozen Window

Doomed from the beginning A love never to be in fruition A procession of long lost spirits Your ghostly visage behind A frozen window covered in cobwebs Your dress tattered and torn Rotting away from your body These haunting memories of long ago Mesmerised in the gloom of the night Your hands are so cold The hovering mist streams through the trees The angles are dead now There is no one left to carry you through the night As you wither and vanish foreve