Tears are not shed.
For I feel no sorrow for what I have done.
The rustle of the wind,
The howl of the wolves,
And the crimson earth roars once again.
All that is left are fragments of the past.
Ash.
Blown away,
Fading into nothingness.
Memories so distant,
I could not remember.
How free I feel.
To leave behind an unwanted burden,
A haunted past.
When I think of it,
I am sorely reminded,
Of the shadow I used to be.
It's as if someone washed my sins away.
I wish it was that easy.
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