The Dead Swan of the Woods

Death gathers
Slowly in these woods
A burning heritage
Lost to the wilderness

I remember nights of rain
Swallowed by the cold
In this all-consuming void
I reach out to thee

Reckoning tears
Underground hours
Trying to remember
Dying to forget

On the lake, frozen in time
Autumn's slow demise
You took my hand bleak from knowing that
That everything dies, dies

Your body still cold
From the fall
Weary eyes of old
Watches from the skies

I remember nights of snow
Consumed by the flames
From this all-consuming void
I reach out for you

On the path, frozen in time
Winter's final rest
I took your hand cursed with knowing
Accompanied by your final breath