A sky given weight to rise upon

a cap somewhere blizzard marked endless.

Wherein lays a flame not crimson hue;

azure blaze it stays lit despite the chill.

Drawn in eyes go back to days faded,

recalling despair they care not why.

Contumacious, they say, "Memories lie,"

heedlessly sifting out warning signs.

Foolhardy chaps refuting those dark clouds

indeed do intend downpour, but of course.

For when frozen dreams reveal atonement,

obeyance will not always be welcome