The wind blows smoke on a darkened day
From a pyre for deeds once done.
I sit in the silence drinking my mead
Shadowed by the dying sun
I watch the phantoms dance the wall
In the grace of one so fare
Wrapped in dusk and a violet mood
With lightening lancing her hair
Why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
She catches my mind with a grasping smile
And speaks with gesture of hand
In her eyes I swim the shining sea
And walk the ancient sands
Peace I seek and I found it there
And so here I shall always stay
As starlight blazes from her soul
Only hell shall bar my way
And why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
The wind blows smoke on a darkened day
From a pyre for deeds once done.
I sit in the silence drinking my mead
Shadowed by the dying sun
I watch the phantoms dance the wall
In the grace of one so fare
Wrapped in dusk and a violet mood
With lightening lancing her hair
Why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
She catches my mind with a grasping smile
And speaks with gesture of hand
In her eyes I swim the shining sea
And walk the ancient sands
Peace I seek and I found it there
And so here I shall always stay
As starlight blazes from her soul
Only hell shall bar my way
And why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
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