Silver BrideFrom the mystic dream of a nighttimeI saw the clarity of my daysFrom the gates of longingLooked for the familiar glowThe death of my wife's slayerBrought no comfort to meNo shape for lonelinessFor a dream A queen of gold I madeA silver bride I builtFrom the northern summer nightsFrom the winter moonResponded not my girlNo beating heart I feltI brought no sighs to the silver lipsNo warmth to the gold Within my heart a flame of desiresProvoked the power of my willForced into silvery shapeA golden queen for meI made our bed under the starsCovers a_plenty, bear skin hidesStroked the arc of golden curvesKissed the lips of silver A queen of gold – I made herA silver bride – I built herA queen of gold – no heartA silver bride – no warmth No life