Echoes in the Ashes

 Amidst the ashes, grey and cold, 

A silent story waits, untold. 

A coin, forgotten, in the dust, 

A relic of a broken trust.

Once it gleamed in golden light, 

A symbol of a future bright. 

Now it lies in ruins vast, 

A ghost of fortunes from the past.

Its edges worn by time and fire, 

Silent witness to desire. 

Dreams it carried, hopes so grand, 

Now buried deep in ashen land.

Yet in its stillness, whispers speak, 

Of days of glory, moments meek. 

A tale of rise, a tale of fall, 

Echoes through the ruins' call.

In this coin, a paradox, 

Both the key and the locks. 

A tiny circle, finite, small, 

Holding in it the rise and fall.

So in the ruins, let it lie, 

A testament to days gone by. 

For even in destruction's sweep, 

Memories in metal sleep.

Will with the tell, words from a spell.