Ash.

Ash.

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The Day,

That The Whole World Went Away.

The Day,

That The Whole World Went Blind.

An Eye For An Eye.

An Eye For An Eye.

The Whole World Is Blind.

Like The Camp Fire

Before Me.

Up In Smoke.

The Whole World Went Away.

Alone, I Sit.

The Dry Logs Glow,

And Wisps Of Ash Dance Steadily,

Into The Air.

Dry Pine Needles Abound,

Blanketing The Ground.

God's Parting Gift.

Alone.

One Final Adieu.

Like The Logs In The Stone Fire Pit.

The Church Bells Ring.

But Nobody Comes.

The Hardwood Pews Are Empty.

The Whole World Has Gone Away.

Scattering.

Dispersing.

Like The Grayish,

Airborne Ashes,

That Float Around Me.

I Am Blind Now.

Everything Is Gray.

But I Can Feel The Warmth Of The Fire.

The Flames Crackle Softly,

And I Can Hear The Church Bells Ringing.

Ringing.

Ringing.

As I Sit Before The Eternal Flame,

Of The Alter.

The Church Bells Ring,

But Nobody Comes.

I Feel The Warmth,

Of The Fire.

Around Me,

The Flakes Of Ash Wisp,

In The Soft Breeze,

Falling Around Me.

Floating.

Floating.

I Am Blind.

I Can Not See.

But The Fire Warms Me.

The Mighty Pines Tower Above Me,

And Their Heavenly Scent,

Perpeates The Air,

As The Flakes Of Ash,

Start To Float Downward,

And Collect On My Wool Blanket,

Upon Which I Sit.

I Am Blind.

I Can Not See.

The Whole World Went Away.

But The Fire Warms Me.

I Kneel Alone,

Before The Alter.

And I Am Safe.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I Am Alone.

Gray.