Like a house after a fire
A shattered remnant still remains
In the absence of the pyre
No longer even knowing pain

Where once stood the ever proud
Now there is naught but ashe and dust
And now night, a fitting shroud
Descends upon the empty husk

The fire could not itself keep
In the wind, it blazed and it grew
When fuel was gone, it did sleep
How great a debt it did acrue