Alison, the ghosts within all I see sweetly sing to me
Their fawning fingers gnash and chime
With empty eyes, they hide the hope I need

Covering up my halo
Drowning in ash-ing shadow
All of the things I still know
Tangled in sagging sorrow

Chimera speak finds us in a fissured sleep
When winter heaves all the precious things I saw
What’s left to keep? The earth beneath our dirty feet?
The memory of some crooked king I saw?

Edward when the clouds came
In raining down feathers from their mouths
Like cold harmonics, could you see
Melody moving through the ground?