At the Gates

At the Gates Why does thy heart always peer outwards?, The first time I saw thee, Thine eyes shone with a strange light, I would have loved thee eternally, If thoust heart had not gone on, And left this world forever, Encased in your snowy tears, born from wicked abodes, Forever now you will be trapped, Between this world and the next, The night I promised you, the stars are your betrothed, If I could only see thine eyes again, I would have died a thousand deaths just to hear you open the gate again, And glide upon the gravel in your familiar faerie step, It is only in my most wondrous dreams, that the creatures of the night speak your name, Your name. I sewed it into the fabric of the night in sweet lament, And waited for the sad advent of winter. And begged on hands and knees for the return of your snowy tears, Thy heart peered outwards and thoust eyes wove only silence, Thine eyes shine still with strange light, I wake in my sleep for the thousandth time, To speak your name