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 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