Like a dragons breath upon a sleepy village Imperious, loathing and full of hate The black and suffocating evil smoke Floods effortlessly under the garden gate Screams of the past roar and echo With every flame that lights up the sky A thousand memories slowly fade way Into the world that imprisons all that die Between the falling beams and shimmering glass Lonely souls see an end to their isolation The rut theyβve all shared in endless limbo Now erodes and brings thankful salvation They silently weave through the alive and now Who omit sweat and wear human skin This was the street where they once walked As they await a new chapter to begin The house burns ablaze like a furnace Like witches the ancients made the people loathe A fallen beauty once of majestic dwelling The house that lived along Cedar Grove