The Lady in Grey, of soft steps and silence
Her hair falls free, dark with haughty beauty
Her eyes they are grey, but her lips they are bleeding
In wine, and in taste –oh to taste...
The Lady in Grey, be silent she hears you
Quiet in her study, as she plays with her parchment
Her fingers are nimble, cold as they are fragile
To hold her hand, ice in you grasp- the frost of her heart...
The Lady in Grey, the haunting Grey Lady
Silent as the grave and speak no more, shall she
Weary afoot, of wondering and perfidy
Yet homewards she denies, her heart and mine...
The Lady in Grey, be wary her enthrallment
Her wings they bear, the enchantment of enrapture
I followed her there, restless and allured
Treading the leaves, of the old forest Albania...
The Lady in Grey, her skin is like marble
To draw warmth from her breathe, is death and it's barbed
But in beauty she stands, firm and decisive
No she will not draw near, and nor shall she follow...
In the leaves did I lay her, cold as her heartbeat
Crushed leaves underfoot, her wings crumbled ash
Dusk had but fallen, dark as her hair tresses
And I shall never see, another dawn nor day-
But shade...