Die in the arms of winter

by Mark Hopwood   Oct 1, 2005


Fall through the ring
What will the future bring?
Kill the black fly
as it floats on by
Dance in the fire
Let it take you higher
Gaze into the flame
As it crackles your name.

Run past the tower
With thorns like a flower
Through the causeway
That once begged you to stay
Screaming at the rain
For it to break the chain
Of the old glowing wine
That hangs free from the vine.

Watch your mind splinter
As it dies in the winter
Stand on the line
Till you reach out to time
Open the curtain
Of which nothing is certain
Then reach the end of your age
And crumble along with your page.

Walk through the field
It all shall be revealed
No longer needing a floor
There is so much more
Die in your arms
Escape all your harms
You've reached the end
Now relax, My friend.

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