An Irresponsible Jubilee

Sky dark, smothering clouds

Rain rain rain pouring down

Streets empty, no one found

Ghosts of spring haunting town

Leaves fallen, feeding ground

Trees barren, spindly rungs

Wind screams with freezing tongue

Winter’s dry reign has begun

Darkness plagues, still within a light

Angels’ blood, Elioudic wights

Fires breed new, blighted hearts

Wicked warmth through frigid nights

World wrought, deepest cold

Hopes held high held hopes

Light behind, blind eyes behold!

Fire fire fire calls us home

An Irresponsible Jubilee