This piece is gorgeous, grim, and textured. You paint decay with a painter’s eye, “torchlight drowning stars,” “darkness noose-creaks,” “tears of lye,” and the language has bite without losing music. Then that turn into the snowfall scene is stunning, it doesn’t “fix” the world, it transforms the atmosphere into something eerie and sacred. The last image, moths as bells and hymns, is pure, haunting beauty.