Dawn falls silent
On snow,
Blood-splashed,
And in the black shadows I think I see
The cloud of your raven hair.
I shake the longings from my eyes,
And the raven-haired shadow flies
On black wings.
The hearth is dead,
No embers glow,
And there is no warmth in the dull sky.
You are gone into the otherworld,
Taking the bright colours,
The song of the birds,
And the pulse of my heart with you.
How will I live in this cold grey silence?
How will I live without a heart?
The answer cries from the broken boughs where no birds sing,
The snow trampled and blackened with your blood,
I will not.

