December ashes cold and gasping lay,
upon the earth- the Millions gray.
Amidst the frozen earth of Ash, the torches flame--
the Light holding back these Bleak days.
no flicker, no waver
the beauty of forever.
the Darkness arrives
for it always shall
spreading- needling doubt.
snuffing out flames.
Oh, but Frozen ashes??
they turn-- they turn
Hope burns and burns
The Flames of orange
they spread over these frozen grounds.