what will remain after your reign of broken ashes?
you choked those around you
burnt dreams of flames, your rule of wildfire
the king of thermal, raw energy that is seeped in the marrow of a human
we live not without the flame
what shall we do after your death?
when your broken ashes are washed away from the fake tears of people who have claimed to love you?
the water will cleanse your sins as it rushes and roars
the winds will scream your name as the fire mourns and the water flows without remorse
but in the end
the fires die
the winds have blown
the water washed all that was away
all you will find is stone
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Stone
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