Hollow Night, Slow River

I am a hollow night, with a pocket full of stars. Walking slow along the bones of this

town. I hear the river slow, folding into itself, like a secret that

keeps learning how to drown. Shadows take their time, they arc and then

they bow. Teaching me to go where the light won't follow now. I am a hollow night,

I hear the river slow. Shadows take their time, teaching me to go.

I am not alone, though the world is turned to flame. Your memories embalmed, this is what became.

Footsteps on the bridge sound like hollow prayers. Echoes stitched with smoke and the

smell of winter rain. There's a ledger in the dark where the past lays out