The inky sky pours in gradually,

Silver stars mingle casually,

Fire has left a stain on this land,

Trace the blackened ground with one hand,

Been a while, but I remember,

By waning light, a glowing ember

Fades out in silence, into dust,

Until the breeze will leave it crushed.

My frame, a statue, barely breathing,

As the wisps of smoke are leaving,

Now, my muscles start to thaw,

And heat from ashes leaves them raw,

I catch myself before my landing,

For as long as I've been standing,

I've stared out at a ruined nation,

Now I walk with trepidation.