Midwinter,
is, an unsleeping, corpse bride, unwed.
Who's tormented grief, permeates,
the ether. She's, permanently, entombed
in, every; glistening, sorrowful, cracked,
mirror, that seems to, impress upon,
the pitch, the brick, and, the grass,
the forested branch, and, tarmac...

reflecting Her open caskets of bitter hatred.

Runaway lover,
uncaught. Jilted, by a luminary, of
the day. Which, means, no light, can, ever,
comfort Her. There, can be, no other.
Not even, His, night-time adversary.
All, that was,...