Alone and Cold

I am the Patriarch,
Not by choice,
But by necessity,
The people may be lost,
But can we blame the blind
For not seeing?

There is a Love
In everyone.
An altruistic truth
That lights the night sky:
Gentle, but whole,
Wild, but known.

The unkindled fire dies.
The shaman brings the rains.
The congregation stills,
Alone and cold.
Alone and cold,
I will always be here
To fend off the black
We know and fear.