the northern silence

captured within a shroud of autumn

all is silent as i depart the earth

only the sound of a storm so far

drawing nearer to catch my soul

my life is ended

another has begun

descent forever to serve the dark

aurora borelia shining bright

horned master i am thy spawn

flutes of the past play tunes of sadness

horned shape granted me wings

to fly towards the northern sky

to reach silence and peace

garden of ice

trees of sorrow

behind the gates is my tomorrow

garden of ice

trees of sorrow

my spirit is free to worlds beyond