Snow- A Collaboration with Antonio Staniszewski

The snow is gently coming down

I watch it through the steamed up glass

It forms a blanket on the ground

Hiding the ashes and blood

As the chilly day turns to night

And the snowfall begins to slow

I see shapes in the darkness

And hear a gendarme shouting "Go"

The moon gives off it's yellow light

And the frozen ground begins to glow

By dawn the storm has since moved on

And transformed the world I know

The bloody and barren landscape is now gone

Buried under a blanket of snow

Between the frozen lake and amid the trees

White is all I can see

The Bilge Master and Antonio Staniszewski