From the Ashes

Her mind is a raging inferno,

Burning intensely and never ceasing.

Her body is a charcoal meadow

Filled with hollowed stumps and heaps of ash,

A constant reminder of what used to be.

Ravens overhead, her soul,

The only thing strong enough to rise above the devastation,

Soars high above the smoke and debris

To usher in new waves of creation.

Just as the fire turned beauty to ash,

So shall new live breathe it back.