Between the shadows a footstep falls,
daring never to leave the sacred light,
every heartbeat echoes through hallowed halls,
the mere sound of breath to cut the night.

Winter glares back through frosted glass,
brittle hands clasping, choking the living,
stolid trees falling as over them will pass,
the sentence of death never forgiving.

In this rift of icy time the air forever hangs dead,
so I close my leaden eyes and slowly begin to fade,
past the dancing mind games who’s curiosity is fed,
and out of this empty world that my mind has made.