Graveyard in winter...
Depot of men's hopes,
innocent splinter,
world's frozen tear drop...
Day nurse of nightmares,
night rest of daydreams.
Shadow throws a scare
that burns through with leam.
Short way to horizon
starts from the crosses.
Memory's poison
does not need glosses.
Souls are the sinter,
tombs look like eddish.
Graveyard in winter...
Death ends an anguish.