From the fire I rise
Leaving behind cinders and ashes
My wings flaming as I streak across the night sky
My cries piercing mortal ears
Making them bleed and weep
My back arched as I give one final scream
Waking the dead from their dreams
So high above the land I plummet
Racing faster and faster toward the ground
Making no sound
Until I slam into the dirt
Sickening crunch of bones
Blood spattering and splattering the dry dusty dirt
Quickly it seeps into the thirsty ground
My remains turning to dust
As if I never was....

I am in awe of your writing ability. Awesome Poet!

An other beautiful one ((Poet)). I love waking to your work.

whoa--that was really good writin'--

Awesome g/f ya on a roll.

Great one Poet.

Incredible as always

wow

such a beautiful poem

nice sis very nice.

What a nice piece to read when I come home. Thank you Poet. Flying into
the future is the only way to go.



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