Once a blaze that crowned the skies,
Golden tears in fierce disguise.
Now winter's grip has dimmed its might,
A faded echo, lost in white.
A dying fire, trapped in frost,
Its blaze consumed, its power lost.
It scorched the earth with fervent kiss,
Now cold and hollow, fading bliss.
Its proud and gilded robes now torn,
A warrior stripped and weather-worn.
Once the warmth that danced on earth,
Now buried deep in frost's rebirth.
A dying fire, trapped in frost,
Its blaze consumed, its power lost.
It scorched the earth with fervent kiss,
Now cold and hollow, fading bliss.
Its shadow hangs on frosted pine,
A solemn ghost of light's decline.
Bound in winter's silent clasp,
The faded sun breathes its last gasp.
A dying fire, trapped in frost,
Its blaze consumed, its power lost.
It scorched the earth with fervent kiss,
Now cold and hollow, fading bliss.
Son aiguillette, sans bouffette,
Triste, pend aux sapins givrés,
Et la neige qui tombe est faite
De tous ses cartels déchirés.