
Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these dark clouds, he fills, and like his love he weaps. O' how his tears pierce a hole in my heart. And I know i'll miss my old friend.