Late morning in absence of light, the night prevails
from the land of midnight; freezes our spirit
in deep feelings dark as the last memory
of twilight, years behind the blood
of friendship
The wilderness of men has lost it’s smile, like animals
they cannot look into your eyes, fire!
frozen in their tracks, for fear
of a reprisal; Only ravens call
the pity of your fortunes
to mind
Beneath a frozen mantle of ice, the gods
are unforgiving of our lives,
Cold creeps into our bones
and fire comes at a price
to us, who steal life
from the gods
luke 12:19-03/ copyright, Lucan Charchuk, 2003