Shadow Walkers - Netherbird

As autumn comes

Cold is her breath

Of fire her colours

Of frost is her embrace

Silent are all angels

As she’s striding by

In her wake only snow

Pure and dead she rise

As the memory of summer stands aflame

Gone the warmth of a better yesterday

Facing the dawn, cold and alone

Dim the stars that shine so distant

Vain are we all, but no gods to judge us

For mourning times of hope and lesser hurt

Be it know that our kind will never die

We take but one step back into the shadows

As winter comes

Frozen are her lips

Of grey her colours

Deadly her embrace

Gone are all the angels

As she’s drifting by

In her wake but nothingness

All still as she rise

As the memory of summer stands aflame

Gone the warmth of a better yesterday

Facing the dawn, cold and alone

Dim the stars that shine so distant

Vain are we all, but whom to judge us

For mourning times of hope and lesser hurt

Be it know that our kind will never die

We take but one step back into the shadows