Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
Death's fueling flames
scraping skies above,
Burn the lands
from a spark that scars,
Lit by hands that hold all blame...
Cuts the valley
now bleeding black,
No life rises from this haze.
Loss takes the wind,
and blows me away.
Travel fast on its breeze
releasing what words could never say.
'From the fire the lands will claim,
as hollowed ground still stands the same.
And from the dust life's seed will show,
spreading a field of hope that grows.'
Though the ash
now covers all,
when nature calls.