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