A dark day
The end of another year
You twist papers into fire starters
Gather kindling and timbers
Set them ablaze

This is the end now
Your cheeks reddened by warmth
You lean in
Giddy 
Flames feeding from your oxygen

Let them burn
You see words on pages
Pictures, images of past people
This is the end of those things
You held close

The fog has not risen for days
Your blaze adds ash into the air
Lifts letters on burning cinders
Motes of language 
Float

A beacon 
Warning of the ending
Calling to those now distant
Saying
Keep away, this is no place to be