Reflection of a Winter Chime

Reflection of a Winter Chime, all be it lost within time, along a frost-bit line, ever so reaching higher to be found round circle, upon the very reflection of the Winter Chime.

If not the bleak December, like a dark sapphire ember, laid upon the frozen hallowed ground forever tender, lost in plain sight to never render, all’s longing for what will happen upon the very reflection of the Winter Chime.

The Winter Chime continues ticking away in time, steadfastly approaching a sign that the frosting and frozen line is shifting and changing in paradigm, direction laid non-linear, forked and all connecting back to the one lost moment of the cold aeons past of the origin of time.

Whence this passingly period progresses, water ingress freezes and blue-hue colour caresses, in every inch of cold essence, the weeping saviours comes forward in presence, sentenced to forever be exposed within the dark, cold land, never lessened, nor incessant.

It is within this time that the very reflection of the Winter Chime follows through snowy fields, lands and presence, forever to be engraved in every precedence.

The Reflections of the Winter Chime remain fully aligned.