The towers fell quietly.
No one shouted.
The sky did not answer.
Heat in the stone.
Smoke in the lungs.
Ashes rise.
Everything we named eternal
Lifts as dust into the dark.
Ashes rise.
Every border, every banner,
Every promise leaves no mark.
Ashes rise.
Throne and kingdom, law and language,
Melt into the same gray air.
Ashes rise.
What we held as sacred structure
Was already nowhere.
We reached for shape in the ruin.
There was none.
We searched for meaning.
Only wind.
Only light.
Ashes rise.
All the justice we constructed
Falls without a sound.
Ashes rise.
All the power we protected
Does not touch the ground.
Ashes rise.
Name by name and claim by claim
Unwritten, unbound.
Ashes rise.
Nothing answers.
Nothing crowned.
Forgive what?
Remember who?
There is no weight
To carry through.
Ashes rise.
Every certainty dissolving
In a sky too wide to own.
Ashes rise.
Every voice that claimed dominion
Swallowed by the tone.
Ashes rise.
All that burned reveals the truth:
You were never throne.
Ashes rise.
Only what cannot be taken
Remains alone.
You called it the end.
It is return.