Rituals

Getting by,to set the fire
Turning to god, by the hour
Heading back, the house wasn't ours
Filial vows, with the night-time prowler

Midnight comes, the roses wither
Alaxandria rose, with a gentle titter
She closed the windows, and laid her sister's
Ashes beside the withered roses

The windows fly open, and hit the urn
Alexandria heard the bang, and she turned
To see her sister, in peices around the room
Because the urn did not hold her ashes
It held what she held, in her womb