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 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