Gormenghast

As the nights draw in
a memory emerges
strangely enough
of Gormenghast

Your name
for the capital
of ancient
Scotland

Oh, loth you were
to leave behind
your companions
on the croft

Torran
feral Faili
Spooky the black tom
roaming your haunt

As you roamed
the towers and turrets
of teeming hordes
in Gormenghast

Little were you to know
that you'd one day leave
leaving Torran
to look for you

The Window on the West
is now empty
She's still looking
searching

Not knowing that
you're in the air
she's breathing
in every breath