THE COMET
Cold, withdrawn, and icy.
Yet, a sacred fire within.
Wondering for years,
It is bound to return again.
So it comes from it's depths,
Having spent so long on it's run.
Brillian and showing again,
As it approaches it's sun.
Traveling with such purpose,
It loses much to reveal the core.
Turning for fear of the sun,
So it will hide once more.
A tail, a tale....
A moment time forgot.
Many saw, but some much more:
The hard battle it fought.
Was it asking for so much?
Its really without demand.
All for which it fought,
Not many will understand.
Always one step behind,
It asked for it's greatest fear.
Would anyone ever understand?
Few if any throughout the years.
Cold, withdrawn, and icy.
Yet, a sacred fire within.
Wondering for years,
It is bound to return again.