Sleepless-Rigor Sardonicous

In the twilight frost a chilled earth does weep As it's life fades to the ashes of clay Mother is gone and bereft of hope In a slumbering sigh all that was has died A shade cast to the cold, black rain; In the sleep that never dreams the pale cover of earth's harvest is barren Weep your sighs as they cascade to ice The breath of life has frozen in the night Herein lies dead emptiness Embrace the sombre desolation in this respite of grace Mother is gone and bereft of hope In a slumbering sigh all that was has died