A wandering soul in search of light,
Runs and seeks restless each night...

Feeble and Frail
Her body floats in the silver stream...

Her frozen body laid lifeless,
Her bruised lips were breathless...

Engulfed by darkness I awake in a dream,
Reality so distant - silence serene...

Roses with their poisioned thorns
Hanged by the satyr's horns...

The night is dark and winds blow cold,
The pale moon is shining...

Between walls of darkness it lays,
Never listened to a word it says...

I can hear her sobbing in the quiet dark,
I can feel the faint beat of her heart...

Weakened pounding... fading to silence
Peeling walls of flesh barely stand...

Violins mourn for the dead...

A shadow fell upon my door
And feathers flew amid the dark...