Icy fire covers the ground
As the light fades away
The wind holds it's breath
On top of a high cliff place
The horizon, a smear
Of red, orange, and yellow
Black shades divide the sky
Night trees and a dark fellow
Crunching breaks the silence
The sound follow the shape
A small, round stone
Shadow kneels next to grave
The heavenly fire burns down
Leaves the broken man
And his forget me nots
Clenched tight in banded hand
Death is always hard to accept and move past but it show me what really matters