Achlys

Misery and

Imperfection

Turning 'round

Her head

Skin as pale as

Moon's silver

Blood as

Deepest red

Hair the color

Of midnight's black

Spilling endless thread

Before the dirst

First as yet

She is

'Til end

Grinning

Grinning

Miserable hope

Alone in

Darkness still

Dust is dust

Upon her shoulders

Tears of rubies' red

Gliding down

Sticky cheeks

To drip

Drip

From her chin