We have been looking for something for awhile.
Beauty sitting under a delicate crown.
Life has a way of hiding its smile.
Leaving only your frown.
Death always not too far away,
Mortality here to stay.
Although through rolling mountains sorrow comes descending.
Pouring rain blurring what you once could see.
To break the clouds,
Is not a chance or blind luck.
Nor does fate owe any change,
To clear your heart
Of mountainous brutalities range.
In this world we found ruin.
Bodies covered in frost.
Never to be freshly renewed again.
Screaming loud in a