Ashes

Perched on a sea's cliff face of brooding distress
A realm lies locked in by an eternal tempest
The inn, the guild, and homes of living prisons
Their walls tell tales of a past cataclysm
Year after year I've passed the folk below
But now my guilt cries to their shadowed lives in snow.

One pair bound by blood catch my sight...
Vile mead slurs ones breath; his wife's pain disguised.

Empty handed, clouded mind, the inn froze his tab
No source to fill the sot and emerge from this trap
My narrow bastard ways loathe men like him
Yet my demur can't deny this setting, bleak & grim.

Maniacal coldness twists my thoughts
Shall I sway the inn? Clear what's bought?

Hand the coin, a charitable gift...
His thanks and gratitude, sadly short lived.

A colossal form quakes ground
Ancestral spirit condemns, screaming deafening sounds
Its shockwaves spray commoners nearby
As it vanishes it makes its final swipe
Hunting frantically for the drunk I must find
Appears a cadaver's face that burns me blind
All I sought was to breathe this man new life
Now here I cradle the corpse of his wife
Searching high and low, signs of him draw weary
Thou must make amends; find a remedy.

Reanimating death; the guild always despised
Hell why I should care? He must see her, one last time
Desperate I scan their house and hope begins to rust
And abruptly disintegrates her body turns to dust.

Forefather's damn me, I'm destined be alone
I just hope he understands at least I brought her ashes home.