Raise the Morning Star

On the castle walls
one last flame burns,
Passing days in eight,
Counting away hope
as it slips through
narrow fingers in the night.

Mornings move one way
and the day follows,
Down the same path
unforgiving, capped by
pale heads of ice,
Black in the depths of cold.

Solitary rocks watch on,
Falling leaves to their last,
Turning with a face that
hides behind the hills,
Lost in drowning light,
Tears with coming rain.

On the castle walls
one last flame burns.

raise the morning star

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