Visiting Death
White Women return to me
Pain and fear in memory
Whispering welcomes and a name
Take me away to play the game
A fragrance heavy and sweet
And rotting leaves beneath my feet
No longer in the world I know
Now I am surrounded by many bones
Beds of moss hold the dead
Birds fly over my head
In the darkness comes a bird
In a women's voice it speaks a word
Death in golden plumage and a red mark
Eyes stick out among the dark
With a shake the feathers fall
Only a skeleton left of it all
With a word fur starts to sprout
And soon it is a squirrel from without
A betrayal becomes revealed
A pact made, my fate is sealed
I return with a friend
But my story is far from it's end.
