Chapter IV: Once I Was A Flower

The Vision Bleak

Compositor: Markus Stock / Tobias Schönemann

Once I was a flower, fair and large in shape
Rainbow-winged the insects that from my chalice ate
The rivers sang me hymns of beauty without end
And jewel-breasted birds were enticed by my scent

Then they cut the thread of all my emerald splendour
And placed me in her hair to mingle with her grandeur
That night she passed away, I know not how she died
I had hoped to share with her eternal night

But a strange wind entered
Spreading my leaves dead
Scattering them in ruin on
Her cold death bed

Yet my ghost remained like a faint perfume
I do now haunt her grave, her silent chamber's
Gloom to stay with her forever like a faint perfume