Wind amidst the flame I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness
I splintered Her coffin and lay on the floor Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that She breathed no more? Christ you bastard!
I wished Her back but the dead adored Her Even wild winds sang in chora for Her Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore We'd be together more...
Creation froze with the triumph of Death But still She stirred and awoke bereft Of concern save for the aeons left To lead the darkness...
