We press onward
through the night,
hands clasped,
sleepstepping through
nightmare marshes,
leading one another,
blind and deaf
and breathing in the scent
of blood and moonlight,
the only silver
that can touch us
without leaving a scar.
We press onward
through the night,
hands clasped,
sleepstepping through
nightmare marshes,
leading one another,
blind and deaf
and breathing in the scent
of blood and moonlight,
the only silver
that can touch us
without leaving a scar.