Skies once blue, Never stop looking up

Winter ice, Terminal frost
Closing eyes of the fallen,
Forever change, Darkening skies
As the faithful walk throughout with vigilant eyes.

Prophets dreams, Resounding off mountains,
As the only unending light is within ourselves,
Surface of earth, Turning an ashen hue,
Wishing once more, For skies of blue.

Awakened, Ancients walk amongst,
Teaching and guiding those who seek it,
Their eternal knowledge ,
Sacrificing their sanities edge.

Stricken and cursed the ignorant will be,
A fall to perpetual darkness,
Time trapped in between changes,
Frigid return to the chamber of ages.

Though young they know the secret,
As though it were a childish game,
Look into your childs eyes to see the tears,
The tears of innocent nature, That calm all fears.