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