Alaska went walking, down to the sea,
her hair waving gently, for all to see.
„It´s a sad and beautiful world“, she said,
„It can make you cry in the blink of an eye.“
I hold her cold hand and touched her white cotton,
everything i missed about her wasn´t forgotten.
„There might be a way, through the woods towards north,
but there won´t be a tale without marks of scorch.“