Fire's Haunt

Forget the future
Of warm filled dreams
The past is key
holding memories.
With sparkles of light in dancing wind
And songs of joy in tuneless spaces.
The trees they were awake and full of strength
And the rain knew stories of old.
The sun shone so merry those days
And the moon held a calming glow.

Alas! For those times are gone now
The air is still
And the light so dim.
The trees, they are fragile
And the sun scorches as fire.
Watch now
the night lest it closes.
(Closed doors will soon be opened
Hearts hammering upon the stillness
None will sleep this night)

Hark!
Can you hear
A million voices calling?
Cold steal will be in hand
With crimson roses scattered
Along tortured paths
Voices of darkness come
to clash against the pure
While birds wait fearlessly
Coveting their time...
Can this be the end?

Wait! Don’t break
There can be no flight this night.
After all, even shattered pieces catch the Light.