One by one,
turn off their light and die
refusing to turn themselves in
to the endangered prayers of motherhood
and long forgotten nursery rhymes.
With me as a witness
it’s only a matter of time
takes them down
to swallow their holly petal powder
heated for free
by the breath of the dying meteors
into unexpected, braveless withdrawals
and old-fashioned lullabies.
Anonymous passengers only
are allowed to reject my apologies
and step on the hollow ice.