Snow

I remember writing this four years ago, on a cold and dark winter evening, with my candlestick heating my fingers and a steaming mug of tea warming my soul.

Her toes sink into the scarlet carpet;
From the dungeons to the highest turret
Torches twinkle dreamily in the halls
Candle wax forms scented waves as it falls.

Mulled wine and warm ale tickle her nostrils;
Out the windows she sees the snowy hills
Each flake falls from the sky like a falling star;
They powder the night like white feathers on tar.

Ermines and does softly run along the white;
The robin sleeps ; not a fear or a fight,
No shield no blade no horse's saddle
All is calm as a new born's craddle.

Yet icy tears freckle her burning cheeks
Bitter mourning has injured her for weeks
But her pain doesn't crumple her beauty,
Dark long hair and blue eyes : she stays pretty

She stares at the hills waiting for her love
She implores pity and help from Above
She dreams of his return, wakes up in tears
She can't get rid of her darkest fears

He'd sworn he'd return, his oath was sincere
So why isn't he back, why isn't he here?
Has the battlefield swallowed up her Knight?
Ghosts of his face haunt her throughout the night.

She wakes up at dawn, kissed by the sunlight
She looks out at the hills, so high so bright
She suddenly feels like a rainbow cloud
Her love is riding home, she shouts out loud

He looks up, halts in front of her window
Behind him, the crimson trail in the snow
Doesn't stop him from giving one last smile
He waves at her, says "See you in a while"

He falls off his horse, unto the soft ground
She wants to scream, her lips won't make a sound
Something under her chest violently dies
Silently but fatefully her soul cries

She feels her heart quiver, she feels so old
Her blood still flows but her body is cold
Without a sound she falls from the window
She's dead already when she hits the snow

The dead lovers sink into the white
The maroon pool is sucked by the sunlight
Two red doves slowly crawl out of the snow
Flap their wings and fly towards a rainbow

Tim, December 2003