shabby as the bellowed roses

This garden lived as I lived, the breaths that it took were shared with me. not as a passing wind but as a fire ruffled by the waves of water splashed before my eyes. at the very least my pain was felt, the only willing listener dying before my feet. the die has been cast; the fires that burned through reached all. I was all there was left from the blistering fire demon wailing their dance onward. the caskets of beauty now raveled their true meaning. this thing filled by ash; my wish was made. these hands of mine sinking down the ash filled dirt. the wish made was the life given.