Ghost Key

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 and 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 This is our ghost key