Shadows Painted On The Wall

I walk, unraveled, upon this path

Feeling and hearing an endless bitter winter gale

Frost creeping below the gray mat

Lying above the dreary misery and its infectious laugh

A year to some a dream come true

A year to some a nightmare beckons

As they go, their shadows painted on the wall

Terror inspiring where dew is threatened

Acrid moisture across the cheek

I's blood red, where it lingers

Leading to an ash ridden path

Upon the frozen lands

The candle of hope flickering wildly

Menaced towards, as the window slowly opens

Fading, smoke up and away

Leaving but a spark

The room but shadows painted