A Breath

A breath, exhale.
The blackened ash stirs, floating along the inky tarmac, dancing its song of despair.
A breath, inhale.
The sunken clouds, filled with the tears of the innocent, briefly part.
A breath, exhale.
The bloody sun glows with hate, surveyor of the hollow boneyard.
A breath, inhale.

The trampled dirt, soaked with the blood of the many, seeps its disappointment, unheard.
A breath, exhale.