A Nightshads Song

Winter rains lover the cold north wind fought against the thought of warmth in which we would embrace again. It holds steadfast to the slow beating of the window pane drums loudly out thoughts leaving us numb. Ice courses through veins long forgotten canals whom once held court for promises of love stricken stars that fell from above. Silence is left shouting deaf tones of moments long held to endless night shade which we decided to get drunk on and parade through the death streets of our ancestors dancing dreams with them forever on... ...movements to the song.