It's cold
Snowing blue light dusk settles

A fire burns with failing light
Against the growing darkness

Bending over the dying flames
You were with me then and always

Through the fluttering veil of frozen blue
A hooded figure cuts its path
To cleave the night in two
Pull its outer husk from its body and the rest escapes

And there upon the ground the remnants of our struggle

This is the ghost key
This is our ghost key
This is our ghost key

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Writer(s): Aaron Harris, Aaron Turner, Bryant Meyer, Jeff Caxide, Michael Gallagher