She came and left once more
Withdrawing from the smoke of fires roaring
Curled up shaking on the floor
There's one thing that's missing I can't ignore
Something is hissing behind the iron door
Defying suns and moons aligned
And soon it runs up to the drawer
Pulls out a knife: a heart-shaped blade of silver
Twitches shivers down the hides of said sires
Until raw
The gate was locked and yet it marches
Straight through the shocked and shaken arches
Of a time
So long
Before