Ashes To Dust
You see yourself an ancient tree, to earth you must return
A voice that screamed of newborn things whispers now of worms
You looked toward the acorn once and there you lay your hope
Now through a mist of falling leaves you look back on the oak
You see yourself a tapestry frayed beyond the mend
The fabric worn and tattered, the story told there spent
An arras on a great wall once, so little could you hide
Merely now a threadbare scrap meshed with foolish pride
You see yourself a parchment crumbling on a shelf
Penned within, the fated end you’ve written for yourself
Leaves askew and sallow, wise words turned to wry
Inked regrets on final pages spilled and left to dry
Steel hearts become ruins and ruins turn to rust
Hearth fire burns to ashes and ashes turn to dust
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