Ashes from Dust

To my skin the scent fused, lingering on
With each passing moment of the evening
The winds blew out strange, strong and billowing
Yet the smoke stuck long after it had gone

Casted eyes from a funeral pyre
Bore past me to distant oblivion
Scanning centuries long and all bygone
Discontent at summons with pale ire

Though the pillar of flame that birthed it whole
Cast it to dust scattering on my soul
The ash-white thing sprung mad at me screaming
And not for smell, I’d think it a dreaming.

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