It's all your fault

I blame you for the moonless sky

That doesn't make my soul shine

Now that there are only memories

They're few and damned.

I blame you for the raging sea

That washed away my joy

Now that the leaves only fall

Dead, taken by sorrow.

I blame you for the sunless days,

That no longer heat my afternoons,

Now that the cold gets in deep

In the most intimate of our moons.

I blame you for the vain whispers

That the wolf shouted without meaning

Now that there's only screaming

When here inside it's like twisters.