Morbid Winter

A tribulation these art they denoted by the white, Thy 
spangled gowns a lesser rank of my victorious design. All 
that they shall convey, Thy spirits have overcome, You wear
 nothing whiter than snow, no ornaments with arms. 
Surrender is a sort unknown above this superior soil, 
Defeat - An unknown anguish remembered my last smile. Our 
petals fall barely unnoticed when night devoured the rose, 
We stand whispering in the wind frozen in this sleeting 
rain. I think just how my shape will rise, When I shall be 
forgiven? Your hair and eyes and crooked head are out of 
sight in heaven, So morbid: How will my lips weigh with 
freezing, quivering cold bodies? Let your imagination 
swallow me! A sparrow of your precious grave! Remind me 
this anguish thou sent, Snow drifts were blown away, Before
 my lush bosom broke, And why not this if they? And so 
until delirious borne, I fear white angels... unforgiven, 
Shapes of long frightening desires, My soul bleeds eternal 
blasphemy.