Winden Ashes
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


The wind is rising
The storm is strong
Its plan devising
Our hope is gone

Our hope is blown out
Like the raging flame
It can't remain calm
It can't contain

The tender ember
The noble burn
As our contender
It meets it's urn

Let out it's ashes
To the blaze
The wind of eden
Ends its days