Speak Not to My Ashes

Speak Not to My Ashes

Dragons flame has burnt me

Down to my last breathe,

My Final threads of life flowing

Through what little there is

Left of this decaying form

That I once could have happily

Called a body;

Now it’s nothing more than a rotted shell and ghost!

All because every microt of dignity

And sacred bliss in Oblivion was

Torn from my spirit

And I destroyed everything

I used to hold so dear


Even now as Death sings her melancholy

Songs to me

I definitely pretend not

To hear

And as my last request

I do not


But beg,…

“Speak not to my ashes…”