The Phoenix

Chained to the bed  Broken wings,  Blood-stained sheets,  Motionless and tattered  In the darkness  Praying for a piano  Through the roof  --  Ask and you Shall receive--  Under the moon's spotlight Irreplaceable flint  Illuminating lava  in her eyes  Soot filling the room  Spies and demons incinerated  Her quill, like her feathers  Reveries, melting hearts And … Continue reading The Phoenix

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