The silver line
caresses snow and kisses...

Winter cascades
Over avalanche falls...

She's dead.
She's been dead for so long...

You of all people
My dove, my Ravyn...

The air between us
sharp like broken glass...

Bandages across my fingertips,
Blood drips from lips...

Days pass in sadness,
Every time I cry...

Ring around the roses
death is so imposing...

You speak of her,
Words that only reach hollow ears...

The blood is still calling,
a sweet song that lifts my soul...

Her laugh.
The ring of all the bells at once...

You hide in the shadows...
Letting your grave call to you...