Sunless clouds above ripen vast
And let fall their fruit, crystalline, like ash;
Ash that slowly drifting
From fields of my heart burning
Drapes all the heath in pallid sheen
The weight of every moment becomes suffocating
Were it better to have never known
That a star once brightly shone
And roam perdition's forsaken garden
Beneath the moon alone?
I left my heart on stone
Traced in snow
In remembrance of her dulcet voice
I would paint her epitaph across the sky