Cinder fall

Fleeting angels touch the skin.
And joy will last eternal.
Until at least the fall.

For when it comes, the sorrow time.
The end of all shall start.
And happy I, with smile wide
Will be for rest of life.

For tragedy will breed strife.
Beauty for all to see.
A tortured soul.
The nigh end goal.
Of which we dare to seek.

Empty now is the place inside.
The place some call the heart.
It lacks the sign of happy times.
From within the fall without.

So I beseech and I beg now.
That all the woes will fade.
Anguished head, bowed and red.
Will crumble with the wind.

Dust and ash will blow the sky.
But peace be had for all.
From whence we came.
To dusk's old name.
We will see the cinder fall.