By: M.F. Nagel

The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep
Gone the tallest tower
Gone with the boy child
Gone this Christ-mass eve.
Burn
My lord
Burn
White candles in black chapels.
Hear bells
Chiming bells
Chiming
A sad rime.
The Lady of Dahn has gone
Gone to the dog roses
Gone to the falling stars
At the bottom of the sea.
What unfinished
Cities of minds
Contrive
The murder of innocence.
The Lady of Dahn has gone
Gone the castle keep
Gone the tallest tower
Gone with the boy child
Gone this Christ-mass eve.