Snow falls on a lonely place.
One figure stands stark
Against the darkness.
Piercing eyes protrude from
The shadows, a gaze fleeting yet
everpresent all the same.
Children chase the falling crystals,
Diamond tears wept by the sky,
As their shadows chase them.
Ghostly, haunting, yet comforting,
Familiar. An owl’s mourning call
Echoes through the silent trees,
As they chase the snow
In a lonely place.
They run without reason,
Whether in joy or in fear,
Who can tell the difference…
We are destined to
Become what we run from,
Just as snow is destined
To fall,
On a lonely place.
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