Two lights dance on hollow graves
a box, a trinket, wooden staves
a hammer blow, a bloody fist
now how has it come down to this?
You cleave my pyrite heart in two
the box is left without a clue
the lights decide it's time to die
the bloody fist raises to the sky.
I spy a riddle, long and thick
the answer may be kind of sick
inside the trinket, a memory
can't you tell we'll never see?