The night is closing innThe clouds are frozen stillnThe birds are feathered downnThe churches ring the hournWhere once there was a cheer now stands a sorry crowdnAcross the frozen lakenBeneath the tattered flags, a carnival of skatesnThe scissors scratch their namesnWhere once I held your hand I cannot bear to standnThis city is a cauldron of blackened snow and strangersnI moved here from the countrynI didn’t know the dangernI’m haunted by the bottlenI’m haunted by the angelsnIn letters from my sister, she asks me how I’m feelingnI say that I am better but I lie in every letternI have moved into the marginnI have moved into the shadownMove closer to the fire or else you’ll meet the ghostnI loved you like a brothernI loved you more than mostnBut still you left me vacantnStill you left me coldnn