November I

Dark November comes a wind blows steadily along hours are spent in silent rooms watching shadows crawl scamper across rotting floors time is frozen nothing moves clouds hang upon the moon oppressively like floating gray nations full of ice dark as November comes along a train driven forever as echoes across a vacant feeling behind closed eyes a dark November is here cold alone distant with frost watching the ghost seeing shadows run play crisscross pantheons of unknown design feeling the wind blowing steadily drifting in rooms were an echoe dies lost drifting alone in dark November rains comes to pass wind blows steadily in distance halls hours are spent in silent rooms watching shadows crawl scamper across rotting floors time is frozen nothing moves as clouds hang upon the moon