The taste of liquid silver,
dripping slowly past my tongue.
The pain of love remembered,
the smell of battles lost and won.
Just a shadow on the winds breath,
is every day I'm living now.
My soul runs wild through forever,
every moment that I allow.
There is nothing to hold me fast,
to the moment currently passing.
I live completely in the past,
and in the future everlasting.
Fire shimmers in the meadows,
until spring is lost to slaughter,
but all that was will be again,
I am the full moon's daughter.