you've never seemed so far away
locked within my vessel
the land of shades
lacking space for your luminosity
so i await the knight
to crest the hill
dawning the torch of you
to rescue me from the vacant village
of broken greying huts
the fire sparks an interest
in the dying land
and sets forth your phoenix
to destroy all that remains
and when the smoke clears
there shines a gentle light
the saviour from my pallid fantasy
shattered through the night