• The Angel and Mystic
    With poems and notes
    Crossed patterns and sorrows
    With words they each wrote
    The Twig and the Topaz
    Of Fiber and Fire
    Burned in their hearts
    In a funeral pyre
    No mercy, lost Angel
    The iceberg too steep
    Heart torn, the Mystic
    In blood snow he weeps
    Fallen the Angel
    Wonders once more
    Seaeching each grain
    As it washes to shore
    The Mystic he promised
    To meet her again
    but billions of echos
    Float through the glen
    As emptiness fills her
    She makes her decent
    Cursed her soul cries
    An eternal lament.