Enshrouded by the night's sweet song,
the faeries start their dance...

Wing shod messenger
threw lyre at red God of War...

Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...

Acrid fumes creep in the blue sky.
The world is white with dust...

A hurricane of fancy faces
swirl an ever safe dance...

Fate stands still by iron gate,
white-gloved hand awaiting tender touch...

Behind closed doors, lovers embrace,
no kind kisses left for me...

Silver footsteps in the snow,
padded prints so small and free...

When Spring arrives to take the lead,
all silence befalls the rising sun...

So silent you sit.
So still...

For once the clock strikes midnight skies,
the winter shines; the tendrils gleam...

Don't tell me you'll come back to me
if death may ride your way...