Ancestors

Maybe in the soft snow of winter
Pink from the sunset
I will see them
Those haunts of my ancestors

What will they be
Outlaw or hangman
Noble or serf
Warrior or coward
Have I stayed true to their wishes

Wishes for descendants to follow their path
Or hopes to forge a new road
Uncertainty bubbles in me
Shadows flit across the glossy snow

My imagination or truth
Brought on by my desires
Or a realization of my wish.

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