Vivid
images pry into darkness
While light
hides itself behind
The shadow
of the night.
mourners
whisper, leaving echo’s in the air
Like red
herrings, dwindling down on cold stone tops
comforted
by death flowers from the caring
ARISE,
Questions
but
are
left
unanswered.
A mother
weeps
as her
child gets carried away
in a
frosty casket.
Winter is
here... (Overcoats are quickly consumed
by cold hearts.)
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