Final

This night is cold, he said

As he turned from the dark

And moved towards the amber light that glowed ahead

I'll come along, she spoke

Her eyes remaining on the snow that collected softly in her palm

And with that, she watched her imprint grow

As seven bright stars lined up all in a row

See, they were once like you

They climbed the valley walls

To hear the mountains' tales of unheard truths

But no one could have known

That they'd be taken one by one

By force of greatness all

They're just a moment too soon

Or a second too late

They were nothing more than a moment too soon

But what of fate? She cried

Surely there is one who decides

Which way the wind turns in the morn?

My darling girl, he said

There is no reason and no rhyme

For those we love and those we bid goodbye

There is no reason and no rhyme

There is no reason, no alibi

For those we love and those we must bid goodbye

There's just a moment too soon

Or a second to late

The phantom of warmth

An outline of sorts

Those moments too soon

Or a second too late

Oh, sing to me of loss

There's just a moment too soon

Or a second too late

The phantom of warmth

An outline of sorts

Those souls that I've loved

Those perfect ones

Oh, sing to me of loss

I wouldn't dare try

See, I know not of life and even less of loss

So I wouldn't dare try