The winter has started to fall in
I find my way through the foggy woods
As the sweet sunrays peeking through the conifers
The nestlings spread their petals in joy.
Faraway, at a distance a shadow slowly evolving
Some memories, unclear and fuzzy as it seems
Recollections of a vibrant past
Not merely an illusion or artwork of troubled minds.
A reminiscence of crimson lady lost in time
A dear friend and unyielding shield,
Once pampered passionately by her
Under the warmth of her thick black hair,
Fixing every scar ever drawn
Vanquishing every pain have I procured.
Here I am now, wrecked and withered of seeking her abode
For she was gone in a haste,
Entangling me to a ghost of her
Leaving behind a Madame so foreign to me.
------- Obnoxious Petrichor
