Ashes

The soul is the fire of the body,

burning through its small supply of fuel

in search of the unattainable.

Hunting, roving above the dark waters

and rolling fields of its mother.

Faster and brighter the flame glows.

From time to time it mingles with the light of others

until the shadows begin to grow colder

and reach out to ensconce

that which was once so full of life.

Now drained into a colorless husk.

Ash to be blown in the wind.

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