"The Garland" by Ana Maria Salinas Norbakk

as I gaze to the west.

In my hand a garland

for you my love.

The day it withers

and dark takes its place.

where are you?

where is my knight?

Where are all the warriors?

In unmarked graves.

Who will then mourn them?

No tears are shed.

Swords and spears are on the ground

of blood they're tinted red,

and so pale you visage,

my love.

I woed I'd wait for you,

the sun did shine.

Over our love that was so strong.

But now the dark has caught me

and drawn you away.

And all I have is this garland,

for you.

Night is dark and night is cold

as I think of your touch.

Of the last caress

that your lips gave.

Of the smile, that fatal day,

you gave as a farwell

and I dared not speak

of my love.

Where are all the warriors?

In unmarked graves.

Who will then mourn them?

No tears are shed.

Swords and spears are on the ground

of blood they're red

and so pale you visage

love.

Of ice it is,

you visage,

my love.