Ashes

Ashes

I’ll tell the tale that won’t be told
Of curses, blights of young and old
The burnt, the charred, the obsolete
The perfect one who's incomplete
The blackened weave once florid stood
Now flaccidly misunderstood
A tale of ashes, gold or dust
A tale of valor so unjust
The epic stage unfairly set
Its sequel nears, filled with regret
And forth it goes forevermore
A pendulum that's keeping score
The tale is told until its not
These ashes glow until they rot
For flames that burn are never hot
And my tale is true until its not

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