Archetype

Smoke rose

in slow dark circles

The sullen sky wept

as dawn approached.

Fires signaled

the brief rise of man;

rain signaled

the season's change.

Winter shadowed

the horizon;

night coldly

gave way to day .

Primal fear began

unknown--

(Tribal knowledge

gave it name).

Dark embers

warned the weak...

Death would come:

that frozen storm

of frozen lives.

The lesson of tears

would be taught.

Day would flee,

afraid

man would sleep,

dreamless,

in the dim hours

of winter's reign.

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