In memory

Two times have I been here before
Surveyed this very terrain
Seen the damage done
Only to have kept
My council

But now it has come round again
And I, astonished, as before
By fire soft to the touch
Find the taste of ash
Upon my lips

From the bitterness of moments lost
As empty as these hollow halls
That can echo only silence
Now the slate has been
Wiped clean

Two times have I been here before
I still see, even today, in memory
This room, so different now
Only to find that nothing
Has changed

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