(they
never saw, never heard, never knew
how he so
snake-like cunningly burst in phoenix song
tied to fires and stakes burning white hot pain and
screaming out to blood-painted skies
of his
poison deadly poison consuming, consolating -
injecting through fragile veins of glass
and reaching down into that deep blackened soul
found his wings stole his eyes
to fill the void he so long kept empty)

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And they'll always remember him as the boy who spoke to clouds.