She's drifing through the window now
Ash grey her dress
Rust colored hair
Blood spilled on his pillow
A feather to the wind

Together with the willow tree
They sing together in the night
The song of wind
Of laughter and solitude
Creeping softly through the stars

Mystery of the world
A fairy grown without a word
Just to live just to breath
Takes more than she has inside

A spark of doubt
Mixed with fear
Sprinkled on the ground
A forest made of silver
And for her a broken crown