Her silent figure in the fog,
Looking at my face, searching for answers...

The forest whispers my name,
It doesn't care if i'm in pain...

A girl in white,
Walking to her grave...

The Queen of Winter,
Throned to the icy palace...

The corpseflower had so many memories,
Horrors of the lives before it survived...

That sound was coming,
Darkness over the hill...

You always will need,
A welcoming, helping hand...

Sadness takes away your feelings,
Leaves them at the bottom of the lake...

I'm sick of people saying I'm the odd one out,
Never seen any call me fool...

Everyone one can see,
Through my soul...

L ife is pretty, as nice as can be.
I nformation, very wise of thee...

I love the world for what it is,
And when I'm happy, I know because of the poem...