Darkseed

Grotesque fairyland-astray
With fine falling snow
this myth now melts away
Through bloody archways
it flows upstreams to see
this heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to heal
Beauty's rose should never die
My grief lies onward, joy behind
But nature calls it to be gone
So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins'black memory
What freezings have I felt
what dark days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your bareness
comes to touch the seals