Cold breathed calm along the spine
Silence sharpened like a line
Snow laid white along the will
World held still profoundly still
Fire whispered through the ribs
Warmth held tight in hushed ad-libs
Candle guarded fragile heat
Dark and light forgot defeat
Solitude became the room
Darkness wore a gentle bloom
Faith curled small but never died
Hope kept vigil deep inside
Winter shelters inner spark
Not a void but sacred dark
Flame endures with steady breath—
Quiet holds what outlasts death