Night's Darkest Hour

Dark, quiet, air so cold
Evening hour growing old
Zephyr's breath howl and moan
Here I sit, all alone
Distant stars gazing down
Form my melancholy crown
In the midst of blackest night
Desolate, desperate - a ghastly sight!
Winter's chill does kiss my skin
Frosts my soul from within
Midnight hour seems so bleak
When the heart still does seek