painting flowers for you

i was a silly young thing

all flowers, meadows and sun

till he came with a gold ring

there was no room left to run

all the flowers would not bloom

all the birds would not give song

after all this was mankind's doom

i prayed to not stay for long

he came to me with a vow

above all i was most dear

at my feet all men will bow

my name spoken with true fear

i am now a queen of death

all darkness, ice and torment

for i have chosen this bed

i am dead at the moment

but just wait for time to come

i will awaken once more

mortals will rejoice; yet some

wait patiently at death's door

when the world shall fall asleep

with a blanket of white snow

i climb down cliffs so steep

for my heart remained below