Calm, quiet, displaced Gentle embers fade Away into the stillness Uncertain and unwilling Within slow, slowing, chilling as light is abating unfolding space Closing, singed and dazed Each flame gone, replaced By comfort; by harsh neglect No life left just circumspect Discarded, dead reflections majestic, separate imperfections An incantation As we disappear Bring back the life to us here Lift up our souls so we see Another dawn, please set us free twilight shadows echo captivity All is lost, lost and forlorn Knowing this, we still move on A band of nomads Misfits, miscreants Wandering amidst the mist locked into this time, stopped we must exist
Everything is open to the winds of chance.