When it’s dark, and there’s a chill to the air
the difference between surviving or not
could be as slight as finding a place where
you can escape from the cold. If a hot
blaze were found by someone who is nearly
frozen, that fire might very well be
that man’s salvation from death. So clearly,
it would be foolish if he said, “I see
that tending to those flames is one whom I
do not know, and therefore I choose to stay
away from that heat. Instead, I’ll sit by
myself over here, and for warmth I’ll pray.”
There is a cold that’s darker than the night
Come! Gather by the dancing flick’ring light
This is the inaugural post in my second Heroic Crown Sonnet Cycle. I will keep complete cycle (thus far) in one convenient location for anyone who wishes to read the entire work. This can be found by hovering over the The Elements – Sonnet Cycles tab up above, and then clicking on Fire.
I will be sharing this over at dVerse this week for Open Link Night.