Ashwings

Ashwings

Tread softly around the dreams of others, so that they may go undisturbed.

Here I once stood upon the precipice overlooking the world.

A climb demanding of every strength I could muster.
And just as my dream was to be realized.
Everything was torn from my grasp.

Falling deep into nothingness.

Left only with hate.

Thusly so I forged it.

Collected every trace visible.

Left no stone unmolested in my search.

To craft my vengeance into something truly violent

That which cannot be taken nor last beyond its purpose.

And so I will rise to the sky riding wings of burning crimson.

Lo I find you constructing your empire atop the ruins of my dream.

There will be no mercy for any who dared tread here.

Fire will consume everything you have touched.

None will be allowed a chance to escape.

Nothing will remain of your endeavor.

This will be no victory for me.

When you are again nothing.

And you stand at best beneath me.

All you are is lost to my incandescent rage.

Fires can not last eternal with nothing worthy to burn.

You and your vain dreams will never again amount to anything.

With only vengeance had, I will return to the sky with wings born of ash.