I am walking toward the shade of death, soon I will run
to escape the heat of day and get out of the sun
At my back moon\'s deception, in front sunset\'s dying beam
Behind a silver reflection, ahead a dissolving dream
Shadows merge into arms of night, soft blackness my bed
Glowing embers in starlight remnants of a fire long dead
Sweeping ashes from my soles, on my shoulder sits a crow
My draft fans the coals, behind a phoenix\'s burning glow
Rise thou bird of hope, fly as Icarus to the sun
Suspension in a hanged man\'s rope, where the death card has already won