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Requiem of a Phoenix
Requiem of a Phoenix Silhouettes and storm clouds loom, etched against a blackened sky by bolts of electric blue and ashen moon rays. I mourn at dusk; the death of the light. Languid flames dance from tree to tree, as a passing of the torch to the sacrificial pyre. I mourn by fire; the death of the light. A tormented world in anguish heaves a guttural howl, which resonates through the darkness carving deep channels in tangible silence. I mourn in song; the death of the light. Absently numb, I view it all with a looming realization that I was never made for this world captive to flesh and desolation. I mourn alone; the death of the light. I surrender to my captivity. I surrender to the agony. I surrender to the storm and fire. I embrace the void. From the cinders of night skyward I strain on bolts of electric blue pursuing the tranquility of the moonlight. Unqualified freedom granted by absolute loss is a new captivity. So mourn I at daybreak, the death of the night. 4/14/17 For Contest: Mythical Creatures Hosted by: Julia Ward
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