A strange vision I had as
Seated at my desk
Watching the candles burn
I waited

I seemed to see a land
A barren land all of ice
And there I stood
Whilst all around the ice
Reached to the age-dark sky

And scattered at my feet
Littering the death-white ice with colour
As far as my eyes could see
Lay hearts, bleeding, draining,
Drip by drip into the floor
The crystal ice-cold floor

Then round and through me
A terrible wind tore
Like a knife it seemed
To slice my life in two
And crimson heart-blood poured from my chest

And I heard, from the ice
And the old dark sky and the heart-knife wind
Voices
Crying, moaning, grieving,

"Welcome" they said
"Though warm it may never be
Here now you dwell with us
Your heart will drain to the ice
Until your life is run"

I cried, and screamed, and begged,
And it seemed to me that one there was
Who might have set me free
But he could not care
Did not even know that, for him
My heart lay in an ice land
And my heart blood drained
And that whilst my face smiled
And lips laughed and body danced
All I felt was the heart-knife
Twisting in my chest