• The shadows mock my every move,
    As I dance under the glazed fire,
    Penetrating beneath eyes gloomed,
    Singing with my desire.

    She calls to me amongst the wind,
    Her iced breath misted,
    For She knows not that I'm bound in,
    Time stretched and twisted.

    I rest my head to the stars,
    For my soul was wished away,
    Her touch cures my scars,
    Which were painted day by day.

    This comfort washing over me,
    Has made me feel secure,
    My shadow dances happily,
    As my dreams are now pure.