One Light Caravan

Pushing through the dark
Three beams pierce through blackened White.
A silver crescent shimmers overhead
while constant whispers follow sleepy travelers.
The air screams bitter cold to no avail
The occupants do not notice.
Soon, the sun will rise
Mountains will fight it but fail to stop the light.
But for now, darkness keeps its hold.
Undeterred, the drivers push forward.
One light remains for each
The broken brother sitting opposite
Driving in single file down the road
Relentless and dogged
The one light caravan glides through the North.


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