Gift of Light to Shadow
Shard of light, of ice still and cold
Spiral of brightness, gleam in the night,
Quick is the flash of photons reflected
From the mirror bright scale, she beholds
A gift from the Dragon of Winter proud
As he soars over peak and vale
Whilst the darkness lengthens still,
Shining the icicle falls from the bough
Gleaming it slices the air in descent
Sharp and fast with the deadly grace of winter
Towards the merciless stone of the cavern sill
And not the snow that blankets the forest,
Quick as the light ere it was caught
Batting the icicle from its path
And cradling the radiant crystal
The velvet paw from shadow wrought
Clasps the gift to her heart
Slipping down through tunnels queer
Of stone and shadow twisted
Down where Winter’s Breathe may start
In a cavern of crystals spun in shades of blue
Of palest violet and eerie green
In spirals and columns
In a mystical structure of Winter’s hues
Hidden away in the cold and dark
Where shadows cover all
Blending with naught to cast them
Uniform and hidden awaiting a spark
Brought forth by the crystal of ice
A gift from the Dragon of Winter
Who left his lair long ago to darkness
A shard of light that can more than suffice
To return that which can enliven the deep
The caster of shadows
And life bringer to colors
Down in the cold from which Winter seeps
Brought by the shadow through tunnels long
To where she and hers can now bathe in light
Renewal down in the depths
Far from Starlight’s Song.
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