For many a year This face of sullen tears Look down, you left her here In a roomofsanguine mirrors
Its carvedand it strays This path it deviates Awalk, a dive, a wade Into waters of the darkest age
But in a silent way, the hand it takes Circling around, the birth, the mouth Its stolen and untrue, this mark in you And soon it will be found, left to drown
For many a year This face of sullen tears Look down, you left her here In a room of sanguine mirrors