Facades Dying Star

Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome, bursts on the edges of the atmosphere. Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones, fore a chance never truly appears. A velleity is made at her shooting tomb, deities will not honor this wish I fear. Her diary, her historical tome, inferno makes disappear. She was never here. Heart and spear Arrow flange Beak tip Cupid Supernova shot in the dark Earth holds its breath Lost a work of art Flames it reigns Pyre it rains Sapphire jejune illustration lives onyx mockery