The Dead Swan of the Woods
Johan Ericson
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