The Reach - White Willow

Ring around the rosies

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down

Towers tall

Stand before me

As i leave the hall

To heed this call

Hight above

Roses climb

As eveningis hours die

A distant cry

I must leave

All behind

Shed all those ties that bind

My tethered mind

Darkened light

I must take care

Never shine to bright

Stay out of sight

Once, on a windswept shore

I stood alone

Sensed that far cry

Across the reach

Tool the bell

For this sad world

Was my prison cell

A pleasant hell

End this pain

End my time

In this blind god’s domain

Of brutal claim

Fragrant night

Give me shelter

From these stars too bright

And hide my flight