Dreams flicker by like low flames in the darkness

lives lived, skies flown, defeat known, pain endured

love and laughter and song and beauty

mixed with terror and agony and visions tear-blurred

Ah, what joy! Ah, such sorrow! Oh, the darkness!

the soul huddles, shuddering, at the onslaught

while deep within a twinkling light grows

a Magick that cannot ever be taught

Suddenly a campfire is seen clearly

the portal of this soul’s rebirth

the dreams are flayed away by the flames

the searing pain an ancient curse

The campfire starts to stir and tremble

the woman nearby is lost in wonder

she believes it’s her coming godhood

in the moment before her world’s torn asunder

The campfire climbs higher and grows more intense

bulges out and consumes the whole clearing

the wandering woman is engulfed and destroyed

while among her falling ashes tumble her earrings

The fire explodes into the night sky

and a scream of triumph pierces the air

the campfire now is naught but ashes

yet the Phoenix flies from there

This rebirth had been harder than most

the sacrifice this time seemed too high

and as the phoenix soared ‘twixt the stars

a molten-fire teardrop slipped from its eye