I merely fell on my knees,
voice of my breath so weak
darting in the forest of mist
with your soul I seek.

Dragons of hatred follow
me up the hills of sorrow.
My ears hear from the hallows,
a sound so sweet, it bellows.

Crawling I am for long,
trying to reach out and hold
a hand so majestic and bold
to arise and warm me from my cold.