Perhaps it is the sun
That is rolling along
Into Scorpio yet again,
This season of the year
The wheel of emotion
Seems to crystallize
Like the morning dew
Into intricate frost caricatures
Of light beings, frozendrawn

Lend us a bit of warmth
Father fire devour this wood
Sunlight frozen in treesugar
Radiate that reflection of sun
While in autumn me and my kin
Shine with the memory
Of kings and queens and how
Each of our fiefdoms are our keep
No coronation day needed
To be royalty for a moment
Divinely right for having dreamed
Up this life in a body upon Gaia

Impressions of past words
Recollections of past...