I wrote this a while ago. It's not perfect because English is not my first language, however, I hope you will understand it.
My heart burns brighter than autumn yellow,
For not even the frost shall cool it.
I look out with disbelief at our world, and
Towards evening my thoughts
Became uncomfortable, and grasping my
Sword by side and scripture
In my heart, I departed the city.
I wandered past its sacred altars,
Away from brazen firesides of warmth
Beyond the gates, into a world
Of emptiness and confusion...
I walked unto some ancient plain,
Where once raged a lesser battle –
And did arrive between these oaks,
By silvery mist encircl'd.
There did I wander to and fro till
The setting of the daytime sun.
Then in the night, silent sat I
Under the starless sky.
The flame not yet quenched,
It consuming the darkness,
As I spoke my prayer to myriad gods,
Waiting for the lark's call and
Morning sun to pierce the horizon;
But came they not, and instead
Slowly began the rain, mingling with
My salted sorrow upon the icy ground,
As if to wash away the old,
Then nourish the new.
And now,
Raising my head,
I wait for spring, but wonder
If the willow twig shall again be green.