The snow and ice melted long ago, already the grass returns to fields of gold.  
So why am I shivering? 
Seas and rivers change course and  flow awry.
So why do I turn to stone? 
Faeries and elves stir up their sisters into dance.
So why cannot I move? 
Immortality seizes this man's imagination.
So can I live another day? 
And why do I carry all the hours of all the days of all the years with me? 
Zephyrs blow seasons hither and thither, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter.
So what is there to fear? 
From year-to-year the swift moon repairs the heaven.
Tonight the star-clotted sky, tomorrow stitching clouds.
I have grown old with waiting.
Some die young and their heirs scramble and lie for their inheritance. 
Who knows why? 
The greedy hands of the already-rich reach out  for more.
Always more. More. More.
While elsewhere bodies are tossed carelessly into a ditch.
Decisions are made and children's eloquence is exploited.
Innocence pleads guilty to no charges.None.
 If it is not you to restore your life?
Who, then?  A loving friend?
The chaste goddess, Diana of the darkness, is  not alone anymore.
None of the gods, can break man's pettiness, his narrow vision. 
No longer try to modify this mere ape.
Many have tried and all have failed.
Man's stupidity is his self-denying ordinance.  
A running away, a cowardice, from the potential  to begin to live again, again.