Sylphid Dies

Naked trees
No more leaves
Empty streets
Silver lakes
Broken brakes
Fear of fakes
Shining creek
Cracks that leak
Burning teak
Feel the winter breeze
All the way through these
Times I really freeze
Under those sheets
Frozen fall
Echo hall
Closed down mall
Moon is pale
A boat is jail
With no sail
Drifting skies
Nature sighs
Sylphid dies
Feel the winter breeze
All the way through these
Times I really freeze
Under those sheets
Kneel on frozen knees
Begging for release
One hundred degrees
Below those needs