Reckoning

[kryptonitemonkey]

Summer days fade away
into a dearth of winter,
a wave pain and despair
filling every colden moment,
every shallow cut within the soul.
Shall the falls fall away,
shall the fires burn the day,
and in the darkness,
singe from chaff and keep,
buried beneath, withered and dead,
fallen angels burned to dust?
Keep to the shadows
oh you scarred and bitter off,
sicked by ne'erending plight
and sleeping, starless night o'erhead,
twisted chill scraping bone and brain.
Canst you see the flame below,
borne away on wilden gust
searching for the answers, yet
ne'er finding a path leading home?
Calling forth the wonders
untold under barren pitch of void,
seeking all the more,
for journey's end beyond the path
unwinding and skilled in mind.
Winter's grasp has yet to hold,
to crush beneath
its heal the trodden and free alike,
yet dawn approaches still,
and in its dying light
sing the hope of another day,
the blaze that cannot be counted upon
to fulfil once more its duty.