by Nick Gisburne
She knows there is no other here on Earth
The rescue ships departed long ago
But something more, a god, is given birth
A light, within a castle, in the snow
She wonders, as she struggles to the door
Exactly what a god will have to say
To someone lost, forgotten by a war
On this, her broken planet’s final day
He gives her food, and shelter from the cold
But has no form, no face, that she can tell
His voice is young, but infinitely old
A perfect stranger, yet she knows him well
A friend, a god, a shadow from the deep
She follows him, to everlasting sleep
