A recurring dream
A reminiscent hope
The heat of the yesteryear gone cold
Scarlets fade to gray
Anguished wildfires extinguished
Trees gone extinct
And all vanities vanquished
We are left in the cold
Our houses old and empty
Infested by rot and decay
And the alluring flesh we once held
Now weary, tired and with mold
As all things come to pass
Our minds are the only things that last
The spirit carries on
Like the blistering wind from dawn to dusk