like icy fingers night comes

its mirage of peace so lights

some darkest sapphire blue

into the spirit bites

–

embers of the day

things that come before

what will moments hatch

before this phantom’s door

–

hope will laugh so softly

gypsies grin with glee

shifting fortune sands

where will journeys be

–

suffer hard this moment

take what you will

weary is the light comes

to burn this shadow’s chill