The ice calls my name as i wander alone,

the dirt on my feet

my sins to atone.

the slush and the sleet

drive a chill to my bones

I smile as I meet

the standing stones


The monoliths that mark the path,

of this final pact

I breathe a little in the waning light,

as the sun slips and the moon rises

I kiss the gray of twilights hours,

and kneel once more upon my bower,

the cold ground nestles my weary limbs,

as I face this final hour.

The markers yet a hollow tower,

and I the wilted, faded flower,

My petals fall,

my stem bends,

and as the light flees,

I leave.

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