Shadows scorn solemn crowds, 

nailing their colours to a fragile mast;

Winter Island embraced the ghosts

that haunt the past.

Pain comes and goes like changing tides, 

stark reminders of the hurt inflicted

during forgotten years.

Memories are all that remain now,

tucked away, solace for our darkest fears.

Winter Island sighs;  draws deeply 

on its dying breath.

Tears, bitter tears that flow 

in human streams, are calm now 

seducing our hopes and wildest dreams.