The Lark und the Wind

Beneathe the faellen leaves, under a veil of slumbered trees,

Sang the lark a song unto the artic wind.

'Please mercy grant me here, from thy cold und bitter breath

That hath all but taken life from my wings.'

 A pact blessed the wind, for granted flight of thee

Shouldst grace for me an honour in thy name.

'O lark, I offer here –  one warm und sunny cheer

For thy song of love surrendered to my gaze.'

 Sang the Lark unto the wind,'I love life all the same

But cursed be before I'd praise thy name.

Und sing a final song, of mourning's blessed throng

To warn the world thy bitter touch is neigh.'

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Beneathe the frozen trees, under the icy breeze

Rested a lark eternally carried on.

For a song she would not sing – for the damning artic wind

That blotted warmth forever from the sun.

'O lark I offered thee – One warm und sunny cheer,

For thy song of Love I envied most of all.

So curses to the earth – O dark und dreary soul

Cold as I must now the whole world be.'

 'Until the morning's light, returns the life of thee

Or song of Love be given to my gaze.

O lark I offered thee – One warm und sunny cheer,

For thy song of Love I envied most of all.'

by Daecaunt (c) 2007