The Pyre

At the beginning of everything, there was a pyre

I stood in front of it watching it light the night sky

Fueled by things chosen to go away

All the regrets, all the sadness

The ashes flew, in a vortex of blackness

Towards the path to the forest

Like a guiding light pointing to salvation

And I ran, chasing the howling trail

Trying to grasp the ashes that had escaped from me

Like they were the fire of a nail in the coldest night

And to the darkness of the forest I wandered

Until the mist of the past lost itself in the quiet night

The cold surrounding the everything of the being

Salvation lies in the heat, and the fuel, the body

Waiting to be burned anew, in its own flame

While the past came back, to became the force jacket

Nothing ever just goes away, not alone

And the heat came back, to become redemption

And it fueled a long awaited death, to rise again

And at the end of everything, there was a pyre.

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