Ashes Poem by Chris Noir

Through a broken mirror
The queen has took a peek
She saw her beauty gone
Beyond the point ov return

She faced the dying demon
With whom she dared to speak,
Her charm is undone,
her soul is gonna burn!

Eat the heart,
Of unsullied youth,
Take your soul apart with forbidden fruit!

Praise the ash,
ov things that wash away!
Take back what is yours!
Take it to your grave!

On a strange far shore
A fisherman was drowning,
He took the hand of life,
From a perfect stranger.

The breath in him once more,
Started the uprising,
A pure heart in the light,
The walk of the savior!

Break the bread,
With enemies of sight
Forget how much you weep for the shores ov light!

Praise the ash!
ov things bound to remain,
And fall to the pit of tar to be born once again!