creature

He longs for the one who will come to his side

To bear the night, to become his bride

And I hear that he wanders, calling her name

It's a game that he plays, a play to remain sane

And he calls me up when the moon is high

He knows what he knows, to him it is just a lullaby

The mourning of widows, the waxing of tears

the shadows of my mirror will never do as I please

How did I get home?

All I remember is the snow