Ash flakes down from molten fires
Cold as the cruel hands of death thicken spires
Smothers the land with no room to respire
Once a warm sky with flame
Blooming red as the day
To a smoldering funeral pyre
I am an ember among the snow
Softly hissing and faintly aglow
When it is my time, I'm alone
From the cold winds, I came to the earth
I will glow
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