Flower - Novembre

Lost in the storming of the north

Someone warm up his own beloved

A feeble flower of the north

No one can hear their sos

But could someone ever care less

Of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?

She was brighter than a star

He loved to watch the rain

And just like a trick of life

They departed in winter

Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust

Bonded by time in tears and rust

In the darkest hall of winter lust

No one could hear their sos

And no-one could ever care less

About two creatures laid to rest