• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 01


As autumn dies and winter falls
Our shadows darken on the walls
In this last glimmer of the light
We hear the shuffling of the night
There is a tap upon the door
We will not answer anymore
We cannot stay
We cannot go
We’ll leave no traces on the snow
But sit at table, near the fire
And wait for spring
Thrust from the mire
Now shut that door.