And the blood runs with the water, the colour of the wine,
And only echoes answer, and all of them are mine,
Fading fast from wall to wall
Until only whispers come to fall
So light, so soft upon my ear...
Ah, but it's too late for tears.
As softly as those whispers come,
My soul slips out to greet the sun
That has risen so brightly once again...
It seems I should have waited for the end.


















