Black the day that sun was broken
Locks of curls flow in the wind
Dress of white not worn to be spoken
Cut off when life was sinned

Sharp the silver soul to mortal
Tears no joy exist life’s years
Held the force pain of brutal
Piercing eyes sound that hears

Curled in ball no book of words
Fire no light no arms to wrap
Shiver of wood rot of  sword
Shadow of me was fear to sap