Of Ashes

Gather the winds

The lightning and thunder and pouring

Thoughts, for shadows misguided

Have wrought their havoc

Now all that is left

Is lost, all that has breath

Ponders the cost, as the world runs circles

Around your fall

I offer these words, a reminder

A verse, to lighten the burden

To tighten the line

To draw out the inhuman

And brighten the skies

Gather the blossoms, I trust

You'll find them among

Your passions and lust

Brought to bear against the

Equinox, what spirits fly

In our stead, what heroes die

In our beds, that not a savior

Sought, could ever have fought

That not a labour brought

Could work the flesh

Turn the best, from ashes to dust

From lashes to scratches

Whose last dance consuming

Left little to feed on, when the mind

Is diffused, I offer you

My sacrifice to the bloom

The petal unfolds in a quiet room

I exhume decades old sentiments

A god who transcends innocence

I am no fool, I am imperfect

Only in my countenance

For all I have committed to death

She dares not share a single glance

In my direction, these days

I topple civilizations, just to see their faces

I gather the directionless winds

And send them on their way

You stay, there are greater things

I've yet to see, even in this

Omnipotence, there are forests

That have yet to sway

Far beneath that place, my grave

Lies empty still, yet the earth shakes

And shudders, the weak turn upon

Their lovers, I seek no comfort

Only the soul of an equal

The whole of my last meal

We'll see then, who is scrying

And who is dying

Quiet, here, where the tide meets

The trees, where devils are summoned

And angels shed tears

Where lives are unmade

By fires unrestrained

We'll see, if a lit match

Can scratch out a new flame

Gather the winds

Remember the days

They whispered before they roared

And the pheonix, who burned first

Then soared.