What Is This

Streaks of pure gold stretch across an otherwise tainted sky Bursting its darkness with its arrays of new life Violently invading the secrets of all hidden behind its mask What is this thing? Which banishes the darkness of yore Burying what has been at its very own feet. Giving life to broken promises, stagnated dreams Otherwise dead visions and false hopes of life. Slaying what once was- while releasing what shall be What is this taking up residence - a New Year.