Timidly, I step from hue to hue In darkly lit dreams, I trip over blue November abates, but December shuns Nimble feet dance across a midnight sun In exile, I stray into a path of thorns Tearing flesh from bone like a lover's scorn Grief, like rain, soaks me from head to toe Stars, without name, chased back to shadow I blatantly defy the brittle words of a liar Yet, timidly, I step across the ice and the fire West we go, for our chances are fleeting I miss the mess that I was, is history repeating? A plea resounds through the battered night Names unspoken, surely an oversight Take my hand, follow me back to the abyss Where brokenness is whole and ignorance is bliss