Darkness sets in
As moon climbs high
Casting shadows down
Lights end is nigh

Leaves began to curl
Bark breaks and falls
Power is stirring
In oaken halls

A grove laid barren
By nights pale hue
A soul at it's center
In glorious view

Still as a grave
It waits for deaths grip
Regal and alone
Tastes life's last drip

For a heart barely beats
In wisdoms chest
Head held high
A mind at rest

Accepting unafraid
For memories restore
A lifetime of purity
And shores of yore

A spark of light gleams
The ravaged soul fades
Yet a fire grows
Red of all shades

Hear not souls scream
Acceptance made pure
The soul fades away
Fire the only cure

As we Listen now
To souls long mute
The cycles eternal hold
None can refute

But the end is afar
The ash a disguise
In soot and dust
New passion shall rise

A life to spring
Unbridled and free
The song of the muse
To make it be

Wind stirs as moon grows
Ash becomes anew
Taking shape and form
Witnessed by the few

The few trees veiling all
Covering beauties sight
The few flowers
Giving soul might

Form now taken
Circle comes to close
A life restored
Nature's true repose

Standing tall once again
Radiance springs forth
Shinning emblem of truth
A soul endless worth

Majestic and free
To roam once more
And fly unchained free
To sail spirits shore

Wisdom still therein
A story now told
Through fire and flame
Soul broke life's mold