~Decay And Decadent~
The lines bend with each turn of the eyes
while chasing dreams
this reminder
a stone cold reality
within the heart
of us all
wishing of the powerful winds
to grab hold of its evil
the forming of age
in but contrast
and shallow
dust
The winter nights whispers its reality
the dark tone of death
towards where spring hold our fantasy
and to the escape of coming summer
another chapter of the book
of life..
©ThePoetStefan
The Poet Stefan 
and so we descend to the underworld that is winter.
Yes nothing as winter to remind us of our mortality….