Rapp
Trembling with d**h,
The signs clack in the air,
Like windchimes.
In the forbidden city,
The winter carves white silhouettes,
Along the avenue.
And everything is simple,
And everything is new.
The blonde-faced lady is frozen,
With one hand waving around her neck,
Like an alabaster statue.
And j**els encircle like a chain of ice,
And all that moves around her is the light.
In the forbidden city,
All things are made of gla**,
Red and gold bands form in the frost,
As the light goes past,
Ideas pause waiting to be born,
And I have always thought of snow as peace,
A snowparched stone falls in a pond,
No circles form again, again, again, again,
And there is an end,
Of pain.
Trembling with d**h,
The signs clack in the air,
Like windchimes.