Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I was sang into existence from ashes and pain by the Lady of the Storm.

A dark cloud floating alone in moonlight, so beautiful, so lonely.

I can't remember if my life was real, if she was real, if she really did hold my hands in her own.

I was sleeping on her feet, I was dreeming of existing, then we died.

We danced, we sat in silence, we watched the demons of the forest grow old,

we laughed, we named fairies, we let the rising sun burn us to dust.