The wizard, fingertips of fire
Burning midnight, sadness higher
Than the magic in those veins
Blood red vision into flame.
Things of beauty less they be
Like diamond daggers to the sea
Pencil points of life remain
Lonesome droplets of grieving rain.
Like fairy footsteps in the snow
Left to smile and melt before
The hazy orb of a cloudless day
Shall melt the very sins away.