The heart of warmth or heavy frost,
Brings down the many at what cost.
Until the final bloody beat pretends,
And love or hatred there descends.
At last your breath will thaw the snow,
And winters frozen windy blow,
As devils dance in suede black shoes
Sitting on wooden churches pews,
Payment whistles and hard men tear,
Their bones catch heavens golden stare.
A reaping angel with her voice,
For only she has will of choice.
Her hallow strong yet dimly lit,
Upon my sins she warmly sits.
And watches as my soul to die,
With tears of pouring rain she cries.
Carrying me up to whiter skies.
And sit yet not alone to die.
But with the saints and crosses bore,
Whom lost the waters when winter tore.
And drank from flowing streams of glee,
As heaven waits for you and me.