on the wind a withered soul
across these rocks of time

only bruises paint the steps
and in the shadow find

a key that fell and floated far
snatching echoed dreams

clicks a lock was harbored well
beneath the taunted screams

embrace this fire kisses hard
rips apart the aching frost

oh the peace that comes
as joy of hope is lost

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