Faces in the water and trees grow bare
I sit silently dying wondering why you’re not there
The watery grave grows shallow with fears
Draining away from my face all you see is tears
The water is disturbed with thoughts of you
I remember your eyes so blue
Your smile brightened up every ones day
But there in peace you will lay
Your bones will wear away but I’ll always remember
That cold day the 21st of December
Faces reach out of the water and the trees aren’t there
Ravens circle and shadows dance with such a bright glare
The arms of the beast crown from the grave
As the heroes slice him so brave
The water dries up
The faces rise up
The puddle is gone
But not for long
The puddle is deep
With secrets it had to keep
Faces in the water are no more
Shut and lock the unclosed door