Light Succumbs to shadow
While a darkness devours the day

Immaculate form...

Where a lament quietly brings
us to a father laying his young
future...
To the groung

Candles light provide fleeting warmth
Watching shadow grow ravenous on the walls
Akin to the winter
-Abandoned from the fall
Grotesque masterpiece, demonic cathedral
Becoming colder with each stroke of flame

Distraught fathers and Lazarus sons,
Trapped to realms in envious demand
To live...
To grow...
To die...
-Never cry

Forlorn Wraiths...One living
-One dead
-Prisoner behind a mirror of infinite
Reflection
Ghostly arms long to touch
-Failing arms try to grasp

Still the membrane of janus reflection
Keeps them looking but never seeing

Helios, forgotten lord, fallen sun lost to sleep.
Grant us respite from our season
When numb flesh cracks
Too frozen to bleed

Return to us that promise of spring
You, a mighty titan, divine pilgrim in the everlasting sky, a force
ill-mathched to decay.

Bring us the meadows
-The rivers
-The day

Give to reason in warmth
For those ghosts to remain...
 
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