A New Year's Conclusion

Contemplating the new year.

To my eye like moths

Below to theirs a flame
Scavengers

Circling  overhead

 

It seems to them,

That prey
I am dying

But, to their liking not quite quick enough

 

So on blackened wings

They fly and contemplate
From thoughts underlying

To tiring cloudy skies above

 

Thus, His holy hands

Still hold my fate
And what of, the

Effects of charity's love

 

That awaits

Where a new year shapes
Might life's dark cloth

Unveil the alabaster doves

 

Allow the hapless to escape

Both time and change
As they shadows of conclusion do descend

All that's left to say is... "I think not"