Echoes in the Borealis

Amanda Dei - Lost 2-11-13

She would sing and the lights would come
In the land of the midnight sun.

The North is cold and in despair
Now that Mandy isn't there.

No wolves howl.
All ravens quiet.
The bear's asleep.
The music silent.

Arctic Muse frigid and still
Bows to sorrow's morbid will.

No Northern wind nor icy breeze;
Just vacant hearts and tears that freeze.

The No Pants Chorus in the night
Now echoes in the Northern Lights.