The demon was dabbling in the snow

The daedal demon, dallying away...

I danced with thee

And suddenly

There fell onto me

Oh, darling, darning dauntless demon,

I did feel so decemberly



Thee, deambulatory dove, lying in debris

Of your decreased heart and deceitful pain

Thee decollate

Your fate

With your own hands

And decorate your sepulchre

With silver chain of tears

And depart from here in December...



Don’t call! Never come back!

In this bleak winter morning

I will be there,

My demon fair

When darkness comes

Creeping in the years

Of our life in spring and summer.

The only left is winter’s night



Thee, white and pure, harmless demon,

Thee, wild and savage frightened beast,

It’s our last valse –

The curtain falls...

There fell the moonlight on your corpse...

Oh, bleak and mortal little creature,

I did feel so decemberly...