We are the gales that direct you here, Until my breath is silent, remain near. So when the windows shut and close, New breeze shall sooth once a warm heart, I can feel the cheating brow sweating, So lay round the table, then call a name. What's that name? So give that name, Each letter a thousand candles part, Through each flame, a shadow bows, By silent drums, my core is mute of fire, So dark are walls I could then walk through, To each their own, this world a fire resign, Guiding me then is light, how small a light! Pity a light, now small a world behind! The darkness grows, the drums beat louder, A heart would bang the drum till skins tear, If then I look back, no room would be there! For within the slightest crouch I long breathe, It was then parts of me left my sanctum slow, As each half fades, each day grows to age. That was the last I saw of benign figures, They'll be come again, lest my heart is frail.