Black turned to gray, and gray to black
And light forgot to shine.
A cross was nailed to an eager back
And everything was fine.

A hungry sun displeased the sky
And kissed the earth with rain.
A howling wind picked up a lie
And filled my heart with pain.

A howling wind picked up the dust
And dressed the wounds in grey.
The cards are played, the dice are cast,
The death is on its way.

The dead are walking drunk on rot,
Their flesh abuzz with flies.
The living cry, the dead do not,
The skulls give queer smiles.

The fall had come and swept away
The blood of fallen leaves.
The words that I forgot to say
The smoke curled up in whiffs.

I beg forgiveness for my love
And bid you farewell.
Enchanted leaf, a cooing dove,
Has drowned in the well.

I drowned too, in grey and blue,
A breath of frost and night.
The bitterness I came to rue
The moment of my flight.