Demether

Just like oil on canvass- Touch of red, mostly black- Thick is the air and the fog that hides her from you- Weeps- shadow- Cries - sparkle- "She sleeps, she sleeps-" Once in time, there was she, Standing by the willow tree, Longing for an old fe

Cold... winter, ice and snow Sound... weeping wind that blows Me... standing on the sacred ground Night... at the ancient graveyard Soul... looking for a saviour Eyes... searching for a girl from a distant time I don't even know her name But her sile