Ashes & Bared Teeth

I.
The fire blazed deep into the night as the ashes
rose to heaven and danced in the moonlight.

In the morning the smoldering ruins were
nothing more than the remains of memories

soon to be lost to the passage of time.


II.
What was once sacred has been debased
and left for the wolves, blood dripping

from their muzzles, teeth bared and ready
to rip out our throats when the opportunity

of our misfortune falls onto the ground.