Fire, Night, Wind, Hope, Chaos, others.
The old gods, they dance and bend for the new times.
They whisper lost bits of Then in the ears of sleepers.
Snow falls and they walk between the white.
The lack of wanting illuminates the moment.
Instead of the near constant need
Defining the spaces between the dreams
There is now a calm.
How did it sneak in unnoticed?
Does it speak of new quiet strength
Or a further drift from the daily
Agreed importance.
