Burning Ashes

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.


they  burn-

no flicker, no waver

they stand-

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 Chosen,

The Flames of orange

standing Strong


they spread over these frozen grounds.









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