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