The water pours its embracing arms around the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void 
Where the ice forms
Where life ends

The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory
wave to end all time

Red birds escape from my wounds 
And return as falling snow
To sweep the landscape
wind haunted, wings without bodies

The snow, the bitter snowfall
You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To [bad word] an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen

The cascading pallor of ghostless feather

The snow has fallen 
And raised this white mountain
On which you will die 
And fade away in silence