Shelter

It seems as if my soul was in a another realm.
I am showered with embers as the world starts to fall.
Twilight regains control and the stars grow brighter.
The night stirs for hours. The darkness has power.
Seven brother walk past in routine.
Four have blonde hair and three have eyes of green. Searching for shelter with only the guidance of the moon.
They follow each other cheerfully. Unafraid to lose.
Brushing off the embers the brothers start to laugh.
Just as I thought this night would forever last.
A curious sight begins near. Blinding the way.
I have became the eldest. I must find a place to stay.