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.

Ashes was first published on Lush Stories under my profile, in April of 2014.

Copyright © Aaron Wolfe 2014 All rights reserved.