Born into a pack of four
A dream of escape
Brightened from the mist
The pact was sealed

Promises of joy
For a plethora of silver
The tickets were purveyed
To a blissful destination

The dyad took the first
To free-up the way
Setting the covenant
For a swift return

The station clock
started ticking again
After withdrawing
the dust of inertia

Weary sad eyes 
waiting for news
To jump into the train
On the tracks of change

The arms were turning
In an endless loop
Some say time is relative
For others, irrelevant

Without looking back
Yoked, the gate was closed
And the track nullified

In that desert
Parched by the sun
Dreams and silver exchanged
For handful of snow