The shadow

And when the cold came that wind carried my name
And drew my breath in and like a medicine it coursed my veins
And when the night fell i heard her tongue dispel
A thousand curses whispered in verses and i heard it well

What evil the spark could run if issued from your tongue
See it clear and hold it dear before it has been wrung

Then under dark skies and much to my surprise
Shy onlooker the shadow took her before my eyes
Didn't we try everything fire and alchemy
The water breather to break the fever it left in me

What evil the spark could run if issued from your tongue
See it clear and hold it dear before it has been wrung
Silver spun oh dust of bone stand with it alone
Take that spark and turn it around make with it a stone

And when the day broke long before i awoke
Where rye and wheat grow thread through the needle and break the spoke
Oh what was left of me no longer fiery
Small sap-sucking reconstructing the diary