In black and white it seemed to be.
Thick fear was all around
ruins started crumble
frozen cold upon the frailest veil
too many paths appeared to be
but only one with a wall i could break.
There was a shapeless figure waiting
in the shadow of an old tree.
It was a woman who called for help.
Weak and sad she seemed to be
covered with leaves and feathers
from her black twisted wings.
She touched my heart
remembrance at last
she was the outcome of my lost love.