It's cold
Snowing
Blue light
Dusk settles
A fire
Burns with
Failing light
Against the growing darkness
Bending over the dying flames
You were with me then as always
Through the fluttering veil of
Frozen blue
A hooded figure cuts
Its path
To cleave the night in two
Pull its outer husk
From its body
And the rest
Escapes
And there upon the ground
The remnants of our struggle
This is the ghost key
This is our ghost key