Pyre from Ashlands I by Ashlands

Silence

The white wilderness watches us, every move we make
A feeling of doom embraces every rock and tree
Admist these infernal mountains, we came upon a secluded place
Where glimpses of what's dead seem to visit this world again

Forever mourning the ones they left behind
Screaming the names of their murderers
Towards a cold, indifferent Moon
Sky-high columns of unnatural flames,
Blueish and pale as the Void
Unending maelstrom of spirits
Foverer bound to get their revenge

Forced to stand a sight
No mortal should endure
Do we all pay what's due
In the end?

There are faces in the fire of this Pyre of ghosts
And only the midnight breeze will carry their whispered oaths
Home

There is no retribution
In the end

The new Dawn eradicates the gloom
The Pyre is cast down, we are free to get away
As the morning Sun awakens
The Pyre is no more, it's just a memory
For daylight can never know
The sufferings of those who died
A madness that can only reveal itself
In the dead of Night

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