By Brook Ilges and Sverre G Holter*

Smoke. Spark. Ignite.
Fire burning down these veins of paper machè
I watch as pieces of me drift off with you into the night
Your voice carries over the mountains
Calling me out into the shadows
At peace with my undoing
Aching for a touch
A moment in the light
You are pure sunshine
Melting the iced cavities that surround my castle
Defenses 20 feet deep
Ready for this battle
Walls fall
Your voice still calls
            **
I was destined to lose you, even
Before I saw your face.
There are too few years in a man's life
For me to swim, to walk to you.
Before I ever even spoke to you,
You were perfect for me. But
Not for forever.
I don't even know
You now.
I see you behind your stronghold.
There never was a stone that could
Keep me out of your
Warmth, little girl.
I'll sing until you dance.
I'll whisper until you come.
I'll keep one arm of my mind on your
Person while you sleep and
I don't.
I've known you for aeons.
I have held your soul with mine for
Astral hours every night
Since we were
Born.
Such I call. As such I call,
Until your walls
Can hold nothing,
And crumble unto
Me an entrance.
*I can smell your sweet
Soul, woman...