Sparkatale

Black Snow

It creeps in on cold nights,

devouring the last bright lights,

stranded with no guide,

I have no choice but to hide.

I wait out the stifling storm,

with hope some heat will form,

build a brilliant light,

put out this night of fright.

As I crouch in a ball,

watching black snow fall,

I witness a glimmer,

it could be no slimmer.

I know it’s my chance,

I don’t need a second glance,

I reach out my hand,

it’s life that I demand.

The glow grants my wish,

starting with a swish,

creating a flow,

melting the rotten snow.

I wake to puffy clouds,

no dreadful shrouds,

I’m among free men,

until it begins again.

This is my curse,

it could be no worse,

for when I feel free,

I’m reminded - No; Not me.