My winter phantom has knocked on my windowpane

For the last few piercing and merciless winter nights.

He pleaded endlessly for me to sever his earthly chain

And invite him to submerge in my captivating lights.

I was frozen with fear to let my colossal admirer inside

I knew the moment was getting nearer for his departure.

My winter phantom then bowed his icy head and cried

As liquid March situated behind him preparing to stir.

I wished to provoke the arms of March to wrap about me

And embrace the countless worries of my fatigued mind.

I never intended for my devoted winter phantom to see

That he was the very one arranged to be left far behind.

My winter phantom was gone as immediately as he came

Leaving the outer surface of my immobilized room black.

I knew my old friend couldn’t have space for any blame

And I knew after a while he would decide to come back.