Ashua Poem by Abra Sunshine Wongler

'The rushing torrent breaks on the rock, and becomes two streams.
Though we are split asunder,
I hope we will someday meet again.'

Demons of the past divide us, consume us.
Though my Demons surround me,
My soul surivies,
My soul calls to you from across the distant bridge,
Leading to the fires that imprison me.
My soul is still here, calling your name.
Follow the path I have lain,
Listen for my whisper,
I wait for you to save me from my demons.
The world burns all aflame.
Come to me and let's dance one final dance,
As I lay my claim upon your soul.
Though our paths split,
Beyond the rock our paths become the path,
Where no Demons trod....
No blood falls...
Only the pure white blossoms of the cherry tree.