-Night Tale of the Annual
The clouds began to part.
Memories became nothing other than thin mists traveling away.
The young boy stood.
His hand rugged,
Extending a guide stick.
"What has been accomplished this year-
Is here forever-
Whatever anyone does.
Whatever anyone knows.
No one shall ever take what you’ve-
What has been built this year."
A sharp breeze whisked up into his face.
Black hair flow angelically behind him.
A solid face stole the image.
"Now welcome your next pinnacle-
The new year."