Remedy

Fallen from the heights of love

to the depths of madness,

she flees to the endless,

wailing moor.

There is nothing here but shadows,

a lantern - her white dress flickering in the wind.

There is nothing here but shadows,

a lantern - and you.

In your hands are her confessions.

Between your fingers, a book of prayers.

Drink the shadows with her -

and you will taste the fullness of light.