Fallen
Let it burn
Up into ashes
Let the embers
Converse together
As they swirl around
In a semi-circle
I stand
In the midst of the chaos
Black skies
Gray clouds
The sound of a wolf's howl
The scent of desperation
As it builds up like a brick wall
Warm colors turn to darkness
Fresh air turns to smoke
The blooming flowers die quickly
When your presence is known
The beauty I once found
Was a broken mirrored crown
That cracked its jewels
And brought misery all around
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