Secunda

Grazed with graceful frost 
These lands are moving 
Slightly warm with my embers last breath 
Eyes closed, feeling nothing but belonging 

This is a song sung by surroundings of white 
A traveler's melody 
It was so cherished 

The tears make my eyes sting in the ice air 

In cold 
Out warm 
breath of one so lost but imagining her haven
Eyes open, the smoke has cleared 

The safe haven is gone
The recollection, no more 
What once was beauty
Is now war