A Dolorous Bodach's Gelid Beatific Repose

It was two thirty in the morning, and yet once again he finds himself wide awake staring at ghostly photographs of the past of him and her,
Ever since her abrupt inexplicable departure, he hasn't been getting much sleep,
And since she's been gone the house that was theirs has felt more like a tomb than a home to him,
But on this rare blue moon night, he feels a cold front rolling in,
That was to be a blizzardly concoction of freezing rain and hail,
Yeah, he can tell she's coming back to the place where he doesn't want to be but yet he does.
Back to the place where it all began not long ago on that cold icy, frigid night.

And he's dressed in the favorite outfit that she liked the most,
All while his mind begin frantically racing like a madman,
Wondering how he's gonna keep warm because his body shivering from the cold,
He attempts to burn old love letters and photographs to keep warm but to little to no avail is he able to stay warm.
All the while he's hoping for a miracle that he will not have to put up much longer alone with the coldness,
It seems to be getting colder by the minute,
It almost looks as though the temperature is dropping like a dramatic foreboding of his inevitable outcome...

Suddenly the chilly winds begin to howl louder than before as the storm picks up speed
And a hail storm of icy bullets starts heavily pummeling down,
Another sleepless night that his heart is breaking,
His peaceful hellish night becomes a cold night in hell as the all the memories come flooding back to drown him in an icy river.
Which has frozen over the broken pieces of his heart,
And upon tomorrow's awakening, his heart will be shattered cause he'll find himself waking up alone again.
But despite the icy frigidness he still yearns for the warming offer of her be near him once again.
Because deep in his heart he still loves the woman who put his heart on ice...

He remembers way back way and how he used to wait nervously and impatiently for her to arrive back home,
And whenever she would pull into the drive, he would rush outside with open arms to hold her,
Cause he was thankful she was back home safe and warm in his arms,
But what he remembers even more painfully is the unforgettable memory of the Christmas he was in the sandbox and the three shots that wound up taking the life of his beloved.
The mere thought is the warmth of her blood pouring out on him and watching helplessly as the light left her eyes was killing him.
Oh, how he wishes she was back here with him now,
Because life without her his life is a constant trainwreck with no end in sight of carnage and destruction.

Suddenly he sees her walk through the front door unexpectedly
And what he expects to feel isn't what he feels emanating from her,
Out from the cold comes an unfamiliar warmth from the fire within her eyes,
Almost seeming like a new passion has begun to burn from within her yet once again,
But he wonders if this feeling for him for somebody else?
With that look in her eye of regrets and remorse
Then suddenly and strangely winter turns into spring
And the ice and snow melt away and turn into gentle rain,
Then the thunder rolls ever so gracefully as lightning streaks across the sky,
And as she wraps her arms around him, suddenly the cold, desolate frigidness feeling becomes lessened and warmer by the second.
And his chaotic nightmarishly nights all at once turn into peaceful days,
Seemed to be full of love and joy and happiness, and he drifts off to a restful sleep.
Finally, he thought his life was gonna be a rather peacefully happy one...

As the sun rose upon a new day and in the glare of the morning light a wayward bystander came across his body,
It was lying upon the grave of his belated wife,
He had frozen to death in the middle of the night.
And the stranger who found him said he discovered him with a peculiarly peaceful blissful smile etched upon his face.
They buried him in the other grave next to his belated wife that he initially dug for the two of them many years before this disheartening occurrence...