• whisper to the moon, glance at the frozen lake..... take away my heartache

    the stray wolves hear my whisper and run the entire night, watching as the white doves take flight

    a mysterious sage conjures a white veil and watches as time freezes, i won't let him do as he pleases

    i come out out of hiding and conjure my own veil which will stop his malevolent
    hail

    the sky erupts with light and the sage disappears into the cold winter night