Morning

Morning Ember
By: Adam M. Snow

I arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember;
to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door.
"Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an;
outstretched hand and the pain I feel nevermore.
"It is me, your mourning star, greeting you from afar."
Quoth the ghost of this morning ember.
I lie back down, confused and alone on this cold;