The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory... a wave to end all time Red birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snow To sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodies The snow, the bitter snowfall You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline, to become an ode to silence In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen The cascading pallor of ghostless feather The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away in silence
