​A yellow moon in a green sky!
Does the breeze moan, stars sulk and cry?
Is that what happens on the longest night?
they call winter solstice.

the winds dont whisper or
tell stories any more
they hiss

Soulless is this withering garb
Why have you abandoned me, O Muse
in this valley of
where I search for words
and only write silence

Born to clouds and thunder 
I am darkness that births light
A storm collecting raindrops

Don’t take life seriously. We and everyone around us is going to die anyway.
Take the revenge and settle that score here and soon. There is no other life time.