• Over in the crystaline landscape
    Up in the twisted pine
    The woods are peirced with the sound of silence
    Then shattered with a cry.

    Like feathers of Angels
    The land lay soft and still
    Listen! Listen!
    It is a lover's lost shrill!

    Her ebony cloak stains the beauty
    Of the purness of the light
    Her dark, dark eyes look and define
    the features of the night

    Though lost, is she in this heartless world
    Her hope is far from gone
    Hurting, fearing, shaking still
    She wishes for love, her lifelong

    Listen! Listen as she speaks!
    Her voice, soft and high
    But soon it chokes and breaks off suddenly
    And now she lays, and cries.

    So doth the snowy raven
    Her wings and heart are clipped
    Now as she looks onward towards the light
    Her soul, to the darkness, it slips.