Whiteout

In the eye of the storm,
waiting for the winds to
strenghten, a gale to grow.
In the core of confusion,
awaiting for the fall.

It's not a fault,
imperfection of sort,
not a sin to be forgiven.

It's not a failure
to refrain from light.
When there is only
darkness in sight.

In the heart of the chaos,
unease and disarray.
Awaiting for the whiteout
to bring conclusion for us all.

It's not a fault,
imperfection of sort,
not a sin to be forgiven.

It's not a failure
to refrain from light.
When there is only
darkness in sight.

Embraced by the nightfall,
the darkness came to me
without descent of the sun.

Before the flames shall return
and ablaze the sky on fire,
I will hide myself in
the shade of the moon.

Last ray of the light,
sole spark of the sun.
Final and so fragile,
travelled from afar.