Found

A fist full of ashes, like the silver in his eyes, like the cold metal & the sword that clashes.

The set of dawn, like the sun burning in it's warmth, the golden rule scripted on torn pages and the castles built of stones hiding it's gold.

You burn in my ring of fire, I see a phoenix rising, says her.

You freeze in my cold and still be a beautiful mess of gold, says him.

"Found" is a story encrusted with distance. The courage to break through for love. The song of the unheard melody.

It is the sound that stays with one and fades as the call surrounds, a voice hidden in the caves of dark, deadly speaking on destroyed grounds.
The scars of red
The scars do scare
They're a bunch of burned woods
Cursing the fire alive in you
Magically mysterious
Running wild
And dangerous
And unkind.