From The Ashes

 

From the Ashes 

Facing the rusted conduits
Felt like a distant star.
Yet a shudder of mourning
A fierce longing
To be, to belong,
To pertain, to penetrate
To chime with the fall of leaves,
To echo with the cry of peace -
A kiss on the enshrined, echanted
Forbidden is the magic,
Lost, the language of love.
What if it turned a little different
What if the people dead, were alive?
The devil smirked,
Flames of chaos burnt through heaven.
I'm regaining to feel,
I'm reclaiming my dynasty
The dying fire flared at once,
Raging ecstasy gleaming in the air
The regent returns.

Riddhi Chakraborty