sábado, 31 de enero de 2015
A Step on the Snow, a verse
was it my shadow?
The other foot lost, destiny lost
was it an echo of the past?
A warrior, an assassin, a lover beguiled,
a fugitive from reality.
She was there crying in the wind
sobbing destiny lost
I was there seeking my lost self
there was my imprint, my essence on the snow.
"Kind soul please, please I need solace!"
her words echoed on the waves of time.
"I am here my love, I have survived the war."
The only answer was nature's cold voice
Her step, my step seeking destiny lost.