Date: 2011-08-19 11:14 am (UTC)
Darkness, still night lies before the dawn,
As sitting near the fireplace, he weeps.
An ember glows, and pictures form in flame
And bring the memories he buried deep.


Whose memories, who else is inside them, and why does he (who ever he is) sit up on Christmas eve to try and forget?
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