April promised to save me from the darkness.
She told me of the Summerland,
where my inner turmoil would fade into the sun.
She offered to melt the ever-lasting ice
that covered the ground I walked upon.
She showed me growth.
April was my symbol of LIFE
I thought she was invulnerable.
My April was supposed to take me away...
She drowned in an absence of color.
[It's not supposed to snow in April...]
The Summerland disappeared under a while sheet of frozen smiles.
*Note: The image (without the "snow" and text) comes from the cover of Empress of the World.