sweet beautiful winter's white
cover this cracked ground in spite
of long forgotten beauty's lore
sweet despair forevermore
your little fairies cover the trees
and sink temperature to a degree
that no one is outside today
no one, except me I'll say
your long forgotten beauty's lore
stays with me forevermore
O pallid hue my skin shall be
of blackened hue my hair shall be
of bloody shade my eyes shall glow
glowing now forevermore
the witch's moon shall now ascend
from white casket I shall descend
to snowy ground on which I stand
I, Edyline, Forevermore.