In the shadows…
The memories grow darker, the moment colder.
The options grow grayer, the silence deeper.
The hopes grow paler, the doubt stronger.
We kneel at the edge of shadow, revenants and clockmakers,
Lighting brands and casting them down like comets.
Watching them fall, fall, fall.
Some burn our fingers, guttering in spite.
Others drift beyond the horizon, sad and distant.
Others flare strong, then fade into smoking regret.
A precious few light candles, floating in the black.
Strong and constant, flaming defiantly against fate.
That is what we hope for, all we can hope to be…
Candles.
Candles, floating in the black.
