9/29/2015
And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
It was a white crane, it was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain with an arrow in its wing
And it called and cried, it called and cried so
Basics
Alys
Female
Peryton
Adolescent
Muse
A gray sky, a bitter sting
A rain cloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
Depth / Relations / Other
Sound the keening bell and see it's painted red
Soft as fontanelle, the feathers in the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife, my crane wife
And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed
Each feather, it fell from skin
Till threadbare as she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather, it fell from skin
And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low
