The Ghost of Love

A stone's throw from sin

This battle seems to never end

To summon strength from within

On winter's fall her wounds to mend

In nights of cold, to light the flame

And tend to needs of passion wild

Upon the quell of demon's bale

To reap the seeds of love beguiled

Through days of gray

Nights of blizzard

On knees one prays

With a will that quivers

For warmth to stay

And for the faith to never wither

Alas, the demon has prevailed

In winter's dead, cold silence

The prayers have been to no avail

A broken heart now slows its cadence

And now to wander this gray land

In search of warmth and loving touch

To mend a shattered heart by hand

Could a radiant maiden not do so much?