Soft spirits moan
A choir from the reeds
As dawn bleeds into dusk
A softly fading dream
Waning twilight whispers
My spirit sheds its skin
A forlorn shadow cast
In moonlight long forgotten
A path draped in shadows
Before the bleeding earth
I have walked this path before
But I shall never return again
Waning twilight whispers
Her spirit sheds its skin
The murky depths of time
Swallowed beneath the sea
A reflection of the future
Cloaked in flowing dreams
The song of her spirit
Grows softer in the setting Sun
