The Vampire Wind

There is a young girl
Who appreciates the purity of snow beneath her feet
She plays in the frost
Tended by the maiden with froth longings and virgin womb
There is a woman who works in the spring
In the home where the old folks go to die
And there is a wicked man of summer making money
As a dove quakes before death, all the man’s lies

All have scars upon their neck
Awaiting one last goodbye
All bear witness to the garland
Floating upon the sea
They are victims to rivers of sand
And the thirst of the doe, crouching to die

The young girl freezes alone
The maiden cramps with the guilt of a painful cry
The woman changes the sheets of the aged about to die
And the wicked man continues through summer to laugh, laugh… laugh and lie