Still as glass I lay
in two dimensions mirrored as a lake
I hang my words upon the notes of birds
barely heard
I thrill the animal
that kills, firing soot from an iron flute
that shakes the trees from stem to root
((cold wind blow, hail and stone))
Rain your curtain down between
life that seeds and vampire feeds upon
Drop, little moth,
flee the lamplight glowing in my eye
it'll soon be gone, and I'll be gone too
same as you
So fly to end of night
and rise from that tomb
that you'll enter soon
I'll follow you
((slow wind slow, calm your blow))
Lift your curtain to reveal
silent field and child that sleeps upon