Ashes Fall {TW}
TW- Blood, Fire
A drop of blood, a moment's sting,
As flames consume each fragile thing.
The roaring fires, once bright and fair,
Now leave behind a dark despair.
The crimson tears that fall like rain
Cannot extinguish this raging pain.
The haven cherished, now turned to ash,
As screams of terror harshly clash.
The flames unbound, a raging tide,
Consuming all that once did hide.
No mercy shown, no pity found,
As ashes drift and fall to ground.
A world once whole, now torn apart,
Reduced to cinders, a broken heart.
@AshesOfAPhoenix I love how you use the "crimson tears" as a metaphor for pain—it’s such a striking image, almost like the blood of a broken world. The repetition of the flames, both as fire and tide, is clever, highlighting the overwhelming nature of the destruction. The shift from a "haven cherished" to "turned to ash" really speaks to the loss of something precious. The poem captures the destructive force of the flames and the chaos of ending, but there’s also an undercurrent of something essential, like a cleansing or rebirth, akin to the phoenix rising from the ashes - personal transformation? maybe.