Firey Race

In the midst of the shadows
In this desolate place
Where the hounds no longer whimper
After the firey race

The blackened branches
Lie dead on the ground
The grass covered in ash
And no one's around

The crimson leaves
smother the earth
Hiding the remains
Of those once birth

The charcoal trunks
The broken trees
Lie on the soil
Crying out "Please!"

But somewhere amongst the dead
Their lies a shoot
Of green coloured life
One new root