Her words were twisted, her eyes bloodshot.
She froze to ice and drifted away.
I tried to follow, but the wind blew fey;
he stabbed me and I lost my way.
She vanished without looking back.
I look through glass to relieve the pain
of reflections broken by the rain.
When the old drawbridge parts in two,
the river will stop this ship of fools.
The Purple Hermit 