Dying Embers

By Julia Koslowsky

2/5/13

Fire falling into dust
Embers burning brightly
Ashes swirl on the ground
Breezes blowing softly.

Darkness covers all the world
The fire soon will die
Whispers echo everywhere
Ashes start to fly.

Embers growing colder now
Their lights fade all around
Dying colors, they cry out
Dark wind drowns out all sound.

Fire dark and ashes spread
The colors are no more
Softly singing through the night
Dark wind knocks at my door.