Smoke and Ashes

Smoke and ashes.
Fire flashing.
Fuel running low.
Like arrows striking.
Points of light
appear around the globe.
Lightning slashing.
Power blasting
holes into the air.
Black with foreign
feelings never shared.
The moon was dark.
The landscape stark.
Stars hid behind the clouds.
The utter silence of a single sound.
Unrecognized.
The birds flew high
within a cawing cry.
Black branches reaching
out into the ocean of the sky.
Battered into shattering.
The fire flashing.
Smoke and ashes.
Never a goodbye...

? Michaelette ?

10/20/2005
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