equinox

Ash flakes down from molten fires Cold as the cruel hands of death thicken spires Smothers the land with no room to respire Once a warm sky with flame Blooming red as the day To a smoldering funeral pyre I am an ember among the snow Softly hissing and faintly aglow When it is my time, I'm alone From the cold winds, I came to the earth I will glow