Amberian Dawn

With hollow gaze
The bird looked deep into my eyes.
I saw sadness,
Followed the blackbird into the woods.
"I am the ghost of the child without a name
I sing out my tune - a song from my tomb."
"Cry in the midst of the woods is mine,
A hapless mother took my life.
No sacred ground to lay in rest,
In the shape of a bird I escort your way."
Cruel is the fate of that child.
The blackbird standeth on a branch
And from the shadows of the forest
Flew ten blackbirds