Alone

The ember all alone glows so little now, the warmth fleeting as I now speak; Where once his friends adorned in bright glory, behold- none doth now speak! Oh where, oh where is your voice! Oh where, oh where is your passion! tis gone, tis dead, tis all alone; How lonely it is to be a lonely ember- to only want to speak your mind where no one, no, no one cares if you would fade out, bleed out and die! Tis a lonely ember you are, all alone; where your friends once stood by you, beckoning the high praises of the moon now doth stand apart as ashes swept in some random corner of the cold darkened room. Alas, here you are, all alone, a lonely ember who's warmth is no more!