The dark swept its hand over the sky,
Shushing all weeping candles to rest
Stepping over branches and twigs, cracking and dry
A fog reigns now, a night’s arrest.
His reign is of beauty, of terror and of love,
Of a maiden thrice had and a wounded dove.
Of a cloaked lady in white, a ghost of fleeting memories
And her story of how,
This night never ends and every one must bow.
And she slips into reveries
Side by side, with the reigning fog
She sings, she dances, her bones prattle about
How this night never ends and the fog never sends
That note he wrote, about that book she quote
So he suffers in silence, cold and dark
She suffers in celebration and in the songs of the lark.
That take her back to when, the fog would not bend
To the whims of the dark, on that dismal journey he would not embark
She didn’t know better, or she would never
Even in her dreams, leave his side, she would make him abide
Now he’s gone, reigning the lands of the night
Now he’s gone, lost to the light.