Ashes And Embers

• Angus Scott, Grade 10, Salisbury High School
• Poetry
• 2019

Excellence Award in the 'Inspired 2019' competition

Bells of torment ring to awake the long rested.
The lords moan, bitter at their duty.
The earth broken and kingdoms merging, shifting.
The smell of death follows the rising ash.
Ash moves forward the world plagued in death.
Broken fragments of worn armour, minds and memories.
Ash falls and rises again descending into deepest darkness,
Rays of the sun shining impurely.
Incandescent in nature, ash marches forward,
Silence echoes on dyeing ears.
Only the souls of Lords rest at their thrones
Ash can light the fire or make it fade
In the end, only ashes and embers will remain.