Reliquary

or when all is over, done,

while snow beams fall in light,

for curtains hide thy dying sun.

Shore of ancient battles won,

vile deeds stain honor at the sight,

or when all is over, done.

Floor slick with snow save one

tile, mopped clean and bright.

Four curtains hide thy dying sun.

Your irises once kind now shun.

I'll vanish in the dark of night,

or when all is over, done.

Swore on the pact, the gun;

Smile through the screaming blight,

for curtains hide thy dying sun.

Nor will my feet begin to run,

guile tossed away, and slight.

Or when all is over, done

for. Curtains.  Hide thy dying son.