Casting shadows into the room Flickering in and out The soft glow emerging from the key hole Wooden shoes walk to a chair So stiff, strait backed and calling for a passenger No woman has taken such a ride as this Nor a man Far out The stairs will hang Just one day after judgment day Preceding this moment Not a second before For out this stone castle Beyond the gate The sun flies with no strings attached And sets on a whim Creation, desolation, and restoration Blow out the flame.