Frozen Dreams

By fallen night the stars take place.
The fire leaps high from stone to stone
and silver eyes in a silver face
look down on ice and dust and bone.
The touch one finds in darkest black.
The grim gray found in shaded rows,
but second thoughts are known not back
to those whom only malice knows.
Many defy this lingering thing
and often they berate
the ethereal few who dare to dream,
‘till living ground grows cold with hate.