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.

 

darkness

overcoming

Light?

 

never.

NEVER..