Ashes Victorious

Ashes won again, am ignited,
Not by passion, but fury.
Grief unleashed, I asked for help.
But all refused to listen.
Death release your sting.
Beauty tarnished by folly.
Why did that happen?
Reason matters not to anyone.
For Judgment sake was important.
Who would believe?
Till the unbelievable confirmed,
Truth and I remain unknown.

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