The flame that extinguished...
shall never leave more than ugly ashes....
it darkens the clear glass of hope...
boldening the clouds of doubt....
if this is too going to be...

The echos of the undone.....
The lies of blame......
darkens my faith.....
Unfolding the nights of divide....
If this shall too......

The story I wrote....
Can it never be unwritten...?
The dark lead upon my being....
Arousing the scare within...
If I am walking the path again...

Decieved...by self...
Was it worth the flight...?
Forcing me to clip my wings...
Again am I perched to fall
On the hard ground of despise?