The Consumption of Father Frost
There are gods in the wake of every flame
The fire that betroths the coldness of the void
In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall
In every silence
Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth
...but there are no gods here.
-Agalloch's "Ghosts of the Midwinter Fires"
This piece has been stalled for quite awhile. I keep staring at it, stuck, messing with this or that. But after awhile of changing things, I don't feel that it's gotten any better. So, I guess it's done... It's a little early for winter and a play on Santa, but with Halloween less than two weeks away, this will do. Maybe I will go watch "The Nightmare Before Christmas" again...