Ashes to Ashes…
A body of blackness.
Not quite a blanket,
although it seems safe when observed from afar.
With the texture of charred wood,
this tree from ancient forests.
A history untold embers from magical lights.
Floating like oil on water
Calm, still. Not intrusive.
Disappearing like the Cheshire cat,
I almost didn’t see it go.
Revealing a smooth transition.
From what was once a menace,
To a softer, earthier hue.
Blacks roll into charcoal greys
The color of turmoil –
like the sky before a tornado hits the earth.
Reds and yellows become flesh,
Somewhere in these energies
There was once a soul.
Intertwined. Strangled. Offended.
Nothing remains now.
Only a gritty sheen.
…Dust to dust.