Steadily a paradise fades

Beyond a veil of silver

As golden beams glare

Through the cold eyes of dawn

–

Warm luxuries

Coil the fortunate in sleep  

The day’s hours adrift

And swiftly forgotten

–

As a bitter wind mourns

The long march of the embattled

Steadily they trudge

Through their graveyard mire   

 –

Steadily they fall

In flecks of gold

Their wilderness emptied

Left grey

To reminisce