The cool of the night
Away in a breath
Upon sacred soil
Anathema stands
Souls of ancestors
Freed by ifrit
Soar to the heavens
With embers as wings
The Cooling mist
The mystic fog
Infused with smoke
Cleansing the soul
Fragile sacrament
Of the opposed
From the dark of night
Daylight explodes
Glow through the night
Stoked til dawn
The blaze recedes
But embers burn
Just charred relics
Skeletal remains
Blackened by soot
Collapse looming
Ash in the wind Stirs hitherto
Then all is serene
Hushed and gloom
When from below
A cry of lament
For abomination
Finally Condemned
Scorched from this earth
Erased from This plane
Destiny fulfilled
It's Cinderstave