A Willow Weeps

A willow weeps leaves to an ash laden forest.
They create craters that puff on the burnt floor.
Waterless mist glazes eyes, washing themselves
With spurts of regret.

The wood veils itself with howls of windswept carbon
Refuting hope.
The gray blizzard becomes a way of life.
There is no pheonix here.
There is no pheonix here
And a willow weeps.
No hero sought found no hero coming.

The world of gray grows its tendrils long
And the ruins anthem on.
Damsels lay buried under books of knights.
Scholars under knowledge they denied.
No bird comes to wake them.
Only one weeping willow remains.
One weeping willow remains
And the ruins anthem on.