Risen upon the shore came a phantom,
His heart tied vain with thoughts of ransom,
Hand by hand, picking the countryside,
And flicking droplets of sand,
Purple fled flowers and willow sacked the trees.
Drawn into the hole the hand drew closer,
Driven farther into abyss closer to eternity,
And we stood by and watched,
Person to person, as the words spread,
Red fled the flush faces and snowy fear wrapped the wind.
Dug deep into the ground the golden diamond spawned,
Warped twisted and frowning, reflecting sun and moon,
Take a mirror and place it in front of a diamond,
And it shall stare back right at you with more than one face,
When the color struck cold the dead of night.
