[b][u]Thoughts of the Smoldering Banner[/u][/b]

The melancholy of these walls
Falling amid screams of those
They were meant to protect
I stand on the rampart
The last burning banner
Becoming the ghost of an existence
That was meant to achieve
Some out of reach excellence
To my left and right lay paths
Now forever closed to me
Crumbling out from under
These uncertain feet
That had never once taken
A purposeful step towards
A goal that wasn't impulsively
Plucked from the smoldering aether
Now hovering over this burning city
My hands reach overhead
Forming fists hopeful to grasp onto
That evasive purpose of a brighter life
Fast becoming just another ember
In this oppressive smog
Formed from the spirits of dead wishes
What if, if only
What if, if only
What if, if only
Next time....