I see your face in the still, murky water
So pale, so fair, so cold.
One of the Firstborn, passed long ago
In some great battle that took his life.
Is this an illusion? Is it your spirit,
Or something else that I see?
Who were you in life?
Did you have a lady, a family, a home?
I would liked to have known you
To know the mind of he who returns my gaze
No, not impossible, I see your eyes upon me
One so long dead should have no sight
I lie in the darkness beside your watery rest
I desire something, but know not what
My hand slides into the water
And yours silently moves to join with mine
I withdraw, fearful now,
No manner of being should move after death
You seem wounded by my leaving
How can such cold, dead eyes show your thought?
Surely you were not so cold in life
Now I begin to see who you once were
A soldier, loyal to king, left for battle
Felled by a coward's blow from behind
So many of your friends lie around you
You were one of the last to be slain
Why do you flood my mind with such thoughts?
I had nothing to do with your death
What is it that you desire of me,
And is it something I am willing to give?
You have been here so long
Without companion or joy
Is that what you seek?
Yes, I believe it is
I will join you then, fair one,
Sink down in the muddy waters
Come to your arms forever
Together in death.