From depths yet beholden, spirits chanting beneath A lake of ancient grief. Thunder of the ages drowns The day, bidden by the watcher in the water The pale moon floods the forest, yet the drowning Chasms feel it not. The reddened snow engulfs my
Tomb as the watcher robs my grave to steal my smile The guardian returns d**h's cold embrace. Unending She implores him. So near, yet unattained, for Eternity fears only tomorrow