There have been times
I've wished for the impossible
But standing here in the snow
You don't seem so far away at all.


Me and my most beloved Lady Bones, who has taught me so much, and will continue to for the rest of my life.

What can be said
About the day's dread?
When the morning grows red
And the night has fled
The embers on the fire bed
Have since ceased their stead
The stars that the sky had spread
Now hide behind the red
Where only the brightest are embed
And give homage to the dead
The day now lies ahead
And the night slumbers in its stead
As words are now unsaid
Of nightmares widespread
That left tear and sweat shed
Perhaps the dreamcatcher can thread
A shield for such dreams mislead
So only pleasantries we be fed
Where adventure and beauty be wed
Let us ask the masters who have said
That the path taken could easily be tread
If only our patience and virtue be bled
So that our terrors of night are behead
This is the way our destinies are thread
Hung with subtle care above the bed
So that we never sleep in fear and dread
The dreamcatcher guards us overhead