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Ashes Won't Burn
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Gothic My rating for this poem: ****
(*-pure crap, **-Not so Great, ***-Farely decent, ****- Excellent, *****- Outstanding)
The tallest trees will fall
The kindest bear will maul
Mortal’s shall die…
Ashes won’t burn
And to life, I speak
To life, I uphold
Once the flame enters
The story’s been told
Glistening upon the banks of enlightenment
The flame does flicker, ever brightly
A flame of life does burn on the banks
And ashes of life are gone forever
Once young, and fruitful
Now old and weak
Death is certain
To all who seek
Time slips by, and ages pass on
Internal rebellion, leans on us all
You might be clean, or you might be on meth
But sooner or later, you’ll dance with death
The scorching flesh of ended life
The torn redeems the end of us all
The ever increasing sea of mortals
The ever increasing ashes…
The most beautiful rose, still has its thorn
The most wonderful paper, is useless when torn
The worst scholar is destined to learn
Ashes to ashes, and ashes won’t burn
Few things are always certain in life
Some will succeed, some will pass on by
Some will laugh, and some will cry
But sooner or later, were all set to die
The flame of life will scorch us all
Sooner or later, our life shall fall
Seduction of eternity, set to spurn
Ashes to ashes, and ashes won’t burn
Virile, my soul
I seek no control
Whirling around,
Eyes confound
Led to the flame, on the glistening shores
Burning my soul, different than before
Once they are burned, ashes are done
Ashes won’t burn, they will scorch no more
Even the dumbest fool shall learn
Ashes to ashes, and ashes won’t burn
