Knees bowed and humble, a story untold while lost in the glitter of winter, now cold: a sapphire charm, an emerald sky; Obsidian altar, and penitent I. What sacrifice calls on winds of cruel time? The whisper of blood its savour sublime; A diamond, a ruby bright, precious, and cold, A heart like a gemstone, A mem'ry grown old. Obsidian altar, Blind emerald sky-- soft whispering ruby to penitent I. On knees old as ages, Dark haloed head bowed; in sapphire silence the winter enshrouds. My shadow befeathered, assailed by the chill, nor bending, nor breaking, unyielding and still. The wind and the winter within me abide, for sad and a sinner Am penitent I. Bowed knees in the winter, a shadow grown cold. The savour of sacrifice, penitence old. Raise black-feathered wings to emerald sky and enter oblivion, penitent I. "tombée"