Shadowed not by sickened thought

He sweeps the debris of our days

Onto God’s bonfire

No conscience has he

Heedless of our bitterness

Vitality leaches into time's indecent flow

Leaving only the husks of haunted lovers

Fuel for god's bonfire

Those years he sweeps away

Dead leaves of corrupted love

Whispering of passions spent forever

That sigh death amid the flames

First kitten’s cry

First meeting eye to eye

With she I love so dearly

Let these tears be my death

First home we bought

And filled with love and laughter

Which echo still through solitary bitter nights

Memory is cruel

Gathered, sown and spent

The withered days of joy play around our feet

Rustling flotsam-fuel for god’s fire

 Winter comes