Chill night grips the bones,
snow flakes fall finding their place on stones
A man walks past, lost and alone
Each stride takes a part from his hearts lost home
His eyes a glaze, coated hopes to atone.
Searched the meaning of his name
The results yield unknown.
Collapsed into himself
No marrow in his bones
He embraces the chill
Numb to the cold.
Like the snow flakes that fall
He's at home on these stones