Scarlet rubies scattered on the ruins,
Like crisp Autums leaves,
Breathless...in a state of enertia.
Their color quickly dissipates,
The time to mourn has come.
Perished are the hopes and dreams,
Lay barren in the sun.
A gentle wind exhumes the pain,
Contained amoung the ash,
Ingniting all the history,
Once buried in the past.
In the temple, beneath the stone,
The sacrifice remains,
Impressed upon the broke heart,
Is the fraction that was slain.
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