White as cold as this snow outside.
Red as the embers of blood of a woe,
with dark genes. Blue like a dance in the moonlight,
dark skies, completely given over to him,
so that this moon again Kront up there.
Paint with these colors of the raven
Watercolor, paint all this as I want.
Paint with the feather
Gray as these dark shadows made,
is this breeze from the night,
so late after eight o'clock. Shadows lie
like a veil over this place,
Paint with the feathe
