Icicles Hang from The skeletal Oak in the yard And from my Hollowed eyes And I lay underneath With a red eye With the fallen leaves Where snowflakes rest On my chest Their icy bed The drift of My regret Is where I lay my winter head And I'm stuck out in the snow It's just me and the crow That perch all alone With a red eye burning through the night It can't be done anymore The lanterns froze on shore The ice is nipping At my toes And as I pause To take in Winters view Rolling hills of ice Rolling hills of lies I keep on moving to keep out the night With a red eye