Rimed Traces of Shrouded Gold – 4/14/22

The sky will become chilling

And the day will turn killing

As the day becomes night

And all falls to fright

The wind will sound its deathly howl

The blizzard shall capture in its cowl

All that is seen has begun to freeze

All that is felt is only a frigid breeze

Hope and strength, so profound

Only fallen made to be found

Yet come will the light

As will the warmth of might

It will shape one’s forced sadness

To be of new, loved soundness

The time is past when madness reigned

So too is hopes grip no longer feigned

A day bright in splendor

Where the wings of joy soar

The lush, rich land

Shown to be resilient and grand

A plentitude of growth

To prosperity and ruin, both

This time of repair

Made into hot despair

As embers prance

And fires dance

The sky, sweltering

A stage made unsettling

The oceans turn pale

And the gambits made so frail

Though, alike our hold

In our future told

Bounty shall rain

And retreats the torrid bane