The day is near when your
happiness will burn, engulfed
it will turn it black. Not as before,
never will it grow back. As the
days move on sorrow replaces
that now in black.

Your joy will be ashes in your hands,
blown in to the wind, it was never
yours to give.  Now no others will
benefit, as the winds have hidden it
changing every moment never to let
you get it back.

Love was the last, the hardest to take,
but under foot buried in lava.
Over time melting the feeling that
once resided, now after time the
heart is weak, and love has left
this ash filled heart it as suffocated,
not a breath of love flowed back.