Silver shreds
The midnight mist,
I bid farewell
To the girl I kissed,
I walk the night,
To hide the sight
Of the midnight winter
Bleeding.
I wrap in black
The sword I keep,
Whose name means
"Jagged starlight",
But I wield it not,
The sword I wrought,
For tears now blot
My frozen eyesight.
Through the trees
I set my path,
Though the night
Is cold and bitter,
I feel refreshed,
For I am meshed
With the icy frost
Of winter.
Because I am night,
And my blade is bright,
Though I kill with just a whisper,
My breath is cold,
My soul is old,
And I am the god of winter.