Century Lights

Northern winds,
Blowing from the mountain-peak,
Chilled a winter wonderland.
Born from ice,
And Lit by fire,
Lights flow on a wunderkind.

The escaping rouge,
Lifts their head;
Passion filling everything;
A Midnight Spring,
With Rainbow fortune:
Mystifying Peace...

The animals frolic,
Unaware of the derelict smile,
Upon the guest,
The intruder,
The one stained black,
And they sip from the oasis of the world.

But none will live for long...
To sate the hunger of the ruinous beast,
The beast with many heads,
A life must be taken,
A paradise lost,
And a thousand years,
Cannot rebuild,
The things lost in a century.

ISA

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