They glowed like promises made in the dark, Strapped to a roof that never knew mercy. The snow swallowed sound, But the headlights whispered truths No one wanted to hear. Inside, The driver sat still— Face shrouded in golden glow, Eyes fixed on the vanishing road, Chasing reindeer that weren’t there. And the antlers burned on, A cathedral of light, Guiding ghosts across the frost-bitten horizon.