Ashes Is My Snow

The fire rises, kept alive by bodies. It grows high towards the sky.

Ashes and ashes cover the earth as it falls to the ground like snow.

Dark clouds fill the usual bright blue skies.

Men, children, and women go into the fire, but only ashes come out.

The horrible stench pollutes the air, but only evil is left smell their nasty deeds.

They trample the ash, looking for me, leaving footprints in the gray.

I watch as the fire dims - the ashes stop - the good is becoming none.

Evil looks as if they won, but regret sneaks up. The evil's eyes clear to see the truth.

Riots began - the fire then burns - ashes fall again.

The evil is becoming none.

Ashes and ashes - Cloudy skies - Ashes is my snow.

 There is no more evil or good.

I am left alone.

Ashes fall from the sky, but these are now my own.