Alone Amid the Flames
The world ignites in a furious blaze,
A cacophony of chaos, the end of days.
I walk this path where shadows crawl,
A lone pilgrim beneath it all.
Smoke wraps the air in a shroud of despair,
The cries of the many pierce the thickened air.
Their frantic scramble for fleeting light,
Yet I tread steady, alone in the night.
Each step is heavy, each breath a test,
Yet solitude gifts a strange kind of rest.
No mirrors to lie, no masks to wear,
Just the rawness of truth, the weight of care.
The fire may roar, consume, destroy,
Yet from ashes springs the seed of joy.
And though I walk where few would dare,
The path I carve is mine to bear.
So let the flames devour the old,
The gilded idols, the foolβs gold.
I walk alone, but my heart remains,
A flicker of hope amid the flames.
Once I longed for their sheltering hand,
To join their laughter, to understand.
But the price of the crowd is the weight of the chain,
Freedom demands I endure this pain.
The embers burn where their cities stood,
Ash falls like snow in the haunted wood.
Their voices rise, a desperate hymn,
But the truth lies beyond the din.
For what is a world if it feeds on lies?
If progress demands that innocence dies?
I walk alone, not out of disdain,
But to find meaning beyond the flame.