the stars all trembled down this morning
plucked from where they shined so brightly
like burned out henchmen of the sky
now hiding in the fray you'll find him
waiting 'till the sunlight dies again
with smiling eyes to pierce this skin
he closes in the last stitch
another trick to call his own
and now i feel october's sick and empty
and i feel...
invoke this season; hide your doubt
a hope still flowers in the dark
as girls and boys all raise their arms
incant this voice to charm the wraith
the secret's safe and wrapped in reeds
its coils wired into night
this fragment moon hung like a scythe
her reaping song is whistling down
now it's lost and gone forever
another lamb left for the pawn
on thorn's clock
the hours rewind
in backward ticks
our reeds divide
and now october is kicking up her dust tonight
and crying out a new prayer
but no one hears when you try
and no one cares to believe
fright brings the thorn king
his skin creased around a smile
you can cry out till dawn and when nobody comes
you can settle the old score but he'll never be gone
the wight prince of old dreams
a bride of the setting sun
controlling these cold, hungry souls
look how far they can reach
his new moons
are shining down
these roots are curling underground
and i feel, oh, october chiming out her dead bells tonight
one last wish to hide my doubt
if morning sounds her songbird
as dawn wakes her thrush
shadows stretch out to me