I never meant to leave you here, my soul,
pale and silent in the black tower, the sad castle,
trapped by the terrible mirror-bright children
who dance vicious reels in the quartz courtyard.
Climb out on the roof with me, mind the nails
all bent and black as ogre’s hairs, mind the slates
of grey and grey and grey. Leave no crimson trail,
but follow me out, follow me out and down.
The wind will hold no whispers,
the silver ground no stars to blind.
Take my courage, soul, step free.
There are no consequences to our acts.