In Burned Shambles

Before the charred remains
The dazzle of the embers
Approaching the ruins
No birds to mourn
Closer & closer
The moon’s ivory stage
The horizon used to loll
Above the roof line
The blaze, the wild dread
Too much, a self-destruction
Arpeggios of smoke take flight
Like snowfall
The mirrored shards gathered soot.

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