by Aaron Wolfe
Ashes, ashes, flames glowing bright;
Pillars once leaned on creak under pressure,
Strength once fresh becomes a lost treasure;
Gone in the lights of a burning night.
Ashes, ashes, wind dancing in flight;
Love once shared to hold all the world balanced,
Passion once perfect finds only void in absence;
What happens beyond may cause fright.
Ashes, ashes, scattered far and wide;
Void and darkness creep in through open cracks,
Walls and ice cover cores once warm with no lax;
Light once free is buried under pride.
Ashes, ashes, mixed on winds sure to soar;
Beneath dust lies tightly weaved threads of fate,
Beyond ash lay bonds impossible to lose in wait;
All thought lost, now bound forever more.