Forlorn

In a distance a snowed bird crows,
as the winds croak a baneful tune,
for their mocks and jests only grows,
to taunt the small one born in June:

"Forevermore in love she'll be,
but never leaving the forlorn embrace.
Acquiring love, unrequitedly,
moving on becomes a tiresome race."

In a distance the snowed bird cries,
as the winds croak a baneful song.
Silent shadow is where she lies,
waiting for someone to prove them wrong.