Echoes Of Ash Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In twilight's glow, we walked as one,
Beneath a sky where shadows run.
We built a bridge with careful hands,
A bond forged strong, on shifting sands.

But whispers stirred in midnight's veil,
And trust began to crack and fail.
The bridge we crossed with steps so light,
Now creaked and groaned, in fading light.

One night, beneath a moonless sky,
A spark was struck; I wondered why.
Flames licked the wood with hungry breath,
An omen of impending death.

The blaze grew fierce, the heat intense,
A searing pain, so raw, immense.
I watched the bridge dissolve to ash,
Felt every ember's burning lash.

No shadows hid the source of pain,
No hidden knife, no secret bane.
The fire's glow revealed the truth,
A wound so deep, it stole my youth.

In silence, I endured the burn,
With every flame, a lesson learned.
The agony of seeing clear,
What once was cherished, now is seared.

The night is long, the stars are cold,
Yet from the flames, a tale unfolds.
A journey through the heart's abyss,
Where pain and sorrow coexist.

No need for blame, no pointing hand,
Just echoes of a burning land.
In silence, I will find my way,
Through ashes, to the light of day.