Witchful Spirit's Care

I gave her eyes my own to take

and round she turned my sake

My hands in need

and gave herself indeed

I met a girl down in the meads

A fading rose was on her cheeks

Her honey eyes dreaming wild

Full beautiful, a fairy-child

And on the floor she's all alone

I sit upon this cold, grey stone

And I dream my time away

yet conversing as I may

And the stars through the spears

My heart waters full of tears

Run in blood down the wall

for another give you ease

Do you know who made you?

You are called by what you do

Into spheres, spheres we see

Joy reduces to misery

I feel my strenght to fade

Almost asleep, my only sake

She spoke the words, used the clue

"I love you true..."

And the fields, black and bare

The eternal winter's there

Fed with cold, fearless hands

in a rich and fruitful land

And the sun does never shine

Joy another loss of mine

In what distant deeps or skies

burned the fire of your eyes?

Never end...