One day her hands
They fell apart into
Ashes of desert sands
The wind blew away
The fragments and left
Everything behind destroyed
And scared and burnt
On that day
Her voice lost its echo
On this eternal field
Of ice and cold
And just as cold burns
That ate into her flesh
Swallowing her tears
That night
She lost her soul
To a demon of beauty unknown
And we lost her
Her voice, her hands
She left us all behind
On those cold and hot
Fields of fire and ice
And we cried for her
Oh, so much, so much
We craved for her
We prayed for her
We sang for her
Until we fell to ash that day.