I knew these woods so well before. Now I've lost the path that led me down to your door. Breadcrumbs lost forever on the forest floor, and the wolves are circling me. I know there's treasure yet to find, but I must either lose myself or leave you behind. I never meant you any harm at all, did not think I'd come here just to watch your castle fall. By moonlight and by falling snow, I call upon your oath to let me go. I must wrap my world around me and leave you where you are. I can't believe I've lost you after flying half this far, but it was just a stolen season in a lovely house of cards. I thought I knew this game, thought I'd lure you from your winter wood before I knew your name. It turns out neither one of us is prey 'cause I'd barely aimed my arrow when you carried me away. We were all the ways that fools rush in. If I could spare the blood, I'd surely winter here again, but they'll be missing me outside. It's been half a stolen season and a roller coaster ride. By moonlight and by winter's throne, I call upon your oath to let me go. I would turn at night to hold you as you dream and keep you safe in the way the summer calls upon the winter for escape, but we've spent a stolen season taking all that we can take. I would hold onto the magic we have made but the seasons must turn and the icicles fade. Small wonder we could not withstand the spring, surviving on a diet of the kisses wishes bring. Thief that I am, I'll be found out and your fairy fruit will surely turn to ashes in my mouth. It matters not what riches I have found 'cause I know too much of leaving to be still and settle down. By moonlight and the tears I've known, I call upon your oath to let me go. Sleep will never find me 'til the morning air has turned if I can't reach out to hold you in the dark and keep you warm, but it was just a stolen season where we danced a perfect storm. You are only ever playing me for keeps with a love that's warm and wild while winter sleeps. In all your kingdom, I'm the one who'll not be ruled. Spring has come, and all I've done is weep. If I'm to steer without your star, I'll have plenty of time for dancing in the dark. First I have to learn the trick of holding up my head again and flying blind. Even in our dreaming, we are running out of time, but it was just a stolen season in a land that wasn't mine. We have fair destroyed each other, souls together, worlds apart, but what you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart. What you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart.

This song is so beautiful and heart breaking, I can't get through it without crying. I know you said in your Wigglian Way interview that you had to go to a dark place to write this, and some of your songs.. I don't know how you get through them without crying yourself, seeing as how they came right from your heart. Amazing Sooj. Thank you so much for this piece of beauty

I had the honor of meeting you a few years ago, and listening to you sing. This song touches my very soul; I feel every word a line of poetry inscribed on my heart with a sweet, sharp blade. There is a darkness in this song, but it is a darkness that smiles, that shows its own beauty, that breaks the heart with something so mysterious and pure that, when it is gone, we have no language to name it. Thank you for the spirit of this song, for the beauty within, and for the journeys I have gone on while listening to it.

One of the best songs i ever heard. It only pales in comparison to the nobility of character that my friend embodies everyday. would of disappeared into the wasteland without you. Will or steel at your command... Forevermore.

Lady. Do not stop your work. It matters.i never met you. you are great. Worth plenty your spirit.

If you spend a lifetime with your soulmate, live together in a house you both love, raise a family, share work and recreation and friends and decades together, and the love of your life dies holding your hand... ...it was still just a passing stolen season in a house of cards on borrowed ground, so enjoy it while you have it.

luv dis.

Fifteen best minutes I've ever spent. Small things mean the most.

I knew these woods so well before. Now I've lost the path that led me down to your door. Breadcrumbs lost forever on the forest floor, And the wolves are circling me. I know there's treasure yet to find, But I must either lose myself or leave you behind. I never meant you any harm at all, Did not think I'd come here just to watch your castle fall. By moonlight and by falling snow, I call upon your oath to let me go. I must wrap my world around me and leave you where you are. I can't believe I've lost you after flying half this far, But it was just a stolen season In a lovely house of cards. I thought I knew this game, Thought I'd lure you from your winter wood before I knew your name. It turns out neither one of us is prey 'Cause I'd barely aimed my arrow when you carried me away. We were all the ways that fools rush in. If I could spare the blood, I'd surely winter here again, But they'll be missing me outside. It's been half a stolen season and a roller coaster ride. By moonlight and by winter's throne, I call upon your oath to let me go. I would turn at night to hold you as you dream and keep you safe In the way the summer calls upon the winter for escape, But we've spent a stolen season taking all that we can take. I would hold onto the magic we have made But the seasons must turn and the icicles fade. Small wonder we could not withstand the spring, Surviving on a diet of the kisses wishes bring. Thief that I am, I'll be found out And your fairy fruit will surely turn to ashes in my mouth. It matters not what riches I have found 'Cause I know too much of leaving to be still and settle down. By moonlight and the tears I've known, I call upon your oath to let me go. Sleep will never find me 'til the morning air has turned If I can't reach out to hold you in the dark and keep you warm, But it was just a stolen season Where we danced a perfect storm. You are only ever playing me for keeps With a love that's warm and wild while winter sleeps. In all your kingdom, I'm the one who'll not be ruled. Spring has come, and all I've done is weep. If I'm to steer without your star, I'll have plenty of time for dancing in the dark. First I have to learn the trick of holding up my head again And flying blind. Even in our dreaming, we are running out of time, But it was just a stolen season in a land that wasn't mine. We have fair destroyed each other, souls together, worlds apart, But what you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart. What you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart.

Am I the only one reminded of the Persephone/Hades myths?

Truly blessed for gods own seraphim to guide my bloody trail.

Beautiful, deep song.

This is the song i needed. We're just cold or is that you? We hate each other because we love each other!

Beautiful so beautiful x

I'm missing but not lost

It's not a house of cards my love. It's what we grow from blood we just aren't defending it. Without our Women we have no need for a Heart.

Powerful stuff. BB

I Love your Music, Sister 🤘😜♈😈

your poetry is so beautiful, i get jealous i didn´t write it! :)

I lost my phone 😭📱 this is a new one 😿 cxxx hedgmoon witch fairy

This would seem to be a quite nice start page on this contraption.

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In fact we're better without it.