Our frozen flame,
that burned the world,
no longer burns the same;
The love we shared,
in summer dawn,
has returned from where she came;

No longer do,
we scream as one,
no longer do we moan;
No longer do,
we water the weed,
of love we had once grown;

A loss of heart,
we suffered frost,
this night of tragedy;
I made you smile,
for all that was,
a lovers formality;

As randomly,
as we became,
shall our journey end;
Till the second coming,
burns us down,
and destroys this world again.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar