Life within the flame, a life of ash,
revealing the marrow of our bones.
Our character forged and tested by fire,
until we shine like the purest of silver.
Rain will come, wash all the ash away,
and polish our reddened eyes.
the dying embers of a shattered being stitched together,
with the threads of celestial hope.
All things must burn to prove their worth.
Sightless, I must now see only through the eyes of faith.
Thudding, pounding, drowning,
the delicate silk of my heart’s desire.
The need of a single moment, the desperate need of forever.
A lover’s embrace, and his burning heart.
I beg you, wings of time, stop beating,
and let me catch my breath.
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