Spring was the harshest month that I had to endure,
With the sun staring me down, and warming my skin.
And there you stood in the flower covered dress,
A smile, a hope, and my name on your lips.
How I longed for Winter.
A chance to escape into the snows,
A chance to rot in that cold,
A salvation forged in pain.
I still had summer, though.
And you still had a reason to stay.
The sun only grew louder, more accusatory,
And I thought that Winter might never come for me.
How I longed for Winter.
To no longer hear your fragile voice.
To no longer have to see you hopeful eyes.
A salvation forged in forgetting.
In the fall, I stood waiting like a child,
Waiting for something I believed i'd want.
You felt me slipping, and began to grip,
Telling me of all we could have.
And then, I began to wish winter away.
I wondered if I could face Spring with you,
I wondered if could survive Summer with you.
And I saw what fall had brought.
I fought it, betraying my benefactor Winter,
Throwing my tantrum against the cold winds.
Despite it all, Winter did come, and take you off with a bold wind,
And I could only watch, helpless, as you were swept away,
By a bitter wind, howling with sorrow.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Letum, in the year 465 AD.