Cinders of a heart

Made cold by a fragile glare

Shed not your feathers

O’ phoenix lain bare stay here


Sleep not day nor night

Each eye affixed on mayhem

Although not in sight

A Sun still frozen in light


Step fairly and perch

Half your wings without a third

Leave the ash sunk nest

For no mother shall return


Spent on a prayer

This last wing of a failure

Heart but one no spares

Now hunt thyself on a dare


Unchanged no cage

Fed on a blunt eagle’s eggs

Now seeking some home

One wing less no Phoenix arose