unfinished

The sound of weeping bells

The story of a weaver tells

The promise a beaver fails

To a friend who win in head or tails

The sun shines but not this time

The birds might sing but not in rhyme

There’s sound all around but not so nice

Sadness came grasping but it’s your prize

Dull, dark, blue scene

Moments for two kept unseen

Tear drops that came from above

The cold emotion it have

The endless sorrowful sound

The cold, creepy feeling around

The darkness I couldn’t contain

The sadness I couldn’t sustain