The flames are dim,
The forest grim.
And wind screams through the branches above us.

Don't let me go,
Stay in the glow
As the darkness stalks closer around us.

Within the shifting firelight
We trust that all is real and right—

But in the gloom where fates are made,
Security and comfort fade.

The night draws in.
How could we win
Against such an inevitable sorrow?

But take heart, my love,
In the sky above—
There will always be starlight to borrow.