She crawled from out the shadows long,
stretched across the gap.
Her beauty saw the world unwronged,
By blood her wings were draped.
Stoney gaze as pale as fog,
Tore through my sleeping soul,
Through the dirt and rotten wood,
into my hellish fate.
I stood for the first time,
and shook from bones their dust.
I felt the passing of years,
as iron feels the rust.
I rose through the earth,
A glowing misty mass.
I saw the beauty of her grace,
beneath the granite and moss.
I begged for days to hear her voice
I begged for days still more.
I found the song of silence bitter,
and wondered why did I wake.
Her eyes upon me watched my ache,
her lips where sealed by time.
So I slipped my vapor touch,
and tasted the years past.
A tear of honey fell from her eye,
Her broken heart disgraced.
I watched her ache and strain,
a struggle no motral could see,
and I whispered with a voice of rustling leaves,
I told her, I love you, til the end of days.
But her stone skin was cold, and I am but a wrath,

So soon the simplest pleasures fade,
too soon the glory turns old.
I would vow to keep her warm,
agianst the faithless cold.
If never she spoke a word,
if never she spread her wings,
I would stay for all the years
For the breath and length of the world.
Till the sky turns to ash,
Till the history of all is done.

She saw that I was not but a ghost,
That my touch too held chill.
No more did I have grace,
then her own soul held.
But trapped she was like I,
who professed undieing love.
She saw into what remained
witnessed my finest moments,
Stood through the sorrow and the pain.
Watched my last breath fall.
She leaned in with sudden rush,
she devoured me with a kiss,
her song came booming from within,
and shook the cloudy sky.
She spoke for days of love,
she spoke for days still more.
We kept our company togeather,
We keep it even now.