Azarath
How could this happen to me?
The world I've loved so long
has been destroyed in a moment
and it seems so very wrong.
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The pacifist community
of Azarath is no more;
it's all just smoke and ashes
and gold streets nevermore.
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My heart is filled with hatred
of the monster of my dad
who caused this world to instantly fall
for as a child, it was all I had.
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Of course, I couldn't feel
so attached as I was young,
but still it leaves a pain
and my heart feels very stung.
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I wonder why Azarath
had such a horrid fate
because it was so awesome
and really truly great.
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"All good things must end"
is what anyone will say
but still my heart aches with loss
at how Azarath's now decay.
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The burning flame of hatred
I feel as I think of it
won't seem to fade away
and the sadness will not quit.
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It pulls my heart every possible way
whenever it crosses my mind
and though I temper those emotions
the memories are still left behind.
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The imprint it left in my soul
seems empty now but still
I remember way back in my first years
and that void cannot be filled.
I shall never forget it.
and remember Azarath forever more.
I will remember to forget the unimportant and always tenderly touch my heart's sore.