The Wind

My eyes turn black as pitch
My gaze grows bleary and dull
Doze my prisoner of sleep
In my rooms, rimed with frost
My heart is frozen and slow
It's snowing in my soul
Empty, the halls of my heart
The candle burns, flicker and fade

I am gone with the autumn wind
I am come with the winter's gloom
Murdered by the darts of light
Born of the great big blue
I am of the dream of life
I am come with the winter's gloom
Of the light of bygone time
Born of the great big blue

I am gone with the autumn wind
I am come with the winter's gloom
Murdered by the darts of light
Born of the great big blue
I am of the dream of life
I am come with the winter's gloom
Of the light of bygone time
Born of the great big blue

I am of the stuff of starts
Of the light of bygone time
I am of the wish of death
I am of the dream of life