The phoenix
He fears no heights,
He fears no age,
For gravity and time hold no power over him.
But tonight this phoenix has been tormented
by flames that do not bring new life
They burn painfully.
They burn methodically.
Slowly devouring feathers and flesh.
He cries out into the night
But no help comes
And slowly,
the phoenix withers away
to dust
and never rises again
It wasn't the fire that killed the phoenix,
Nor was it age.
It was a broken heart.
No image this time. Just personal musings.
-Ninja
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