Embrace

Death dances, as the light drowns to a drop,

The voices of the crying children, heard over the mist.

Waiting for someone, they fall one by one.

The moon casts down, on the frozen night,

A shadow, over every one of them, blinding.

Unable to see, they still wait, for that someone to arrive.

Lost souls, like fireflies, circle the woods,

In a bid to wander away from this pestilence.

Through the open window, I hear them sing.

Within the fog, I see their shadows moving.

Into the dark, I focus my gaze,

Unable to see, yet I look on.

They stumble and call out, yet patiently wait.

In the mist, they walk on, through the frozen lake.

Answering the call of the wild.

A sad, and lonely call.

It tears me open, yet I cannot help them.

I cannot reach out to them yet.

As the mist clears, they will see me.

They will either embrace me with smiling faces,

Or cry out for their mothers.

But I, am their only hope.

I dance, as the lights drown to a drop,

The voices of the crying children silenced, in the mist.

Waiting for me, they fall one by one.