A Phoenix sheds Her feathers today upon stone-cold drops of molten ice. Careful reconsideration of a hermit gone astray, bowing over a single yew staff; soon to be a wand. Unending reprisals by a past never undone to a future forever lost. A nomad crouched over his own heart, expecting to hear a heartbeat. He kneels fervently to the North and by the Gods, does it ever burn. There's rain in her shoes and dew in her hair, she's so beautiful. Overall a life worth living, all the while a death foretold. Surly comfort in a daze of flying paper and orange smothered ink. Fortitude shared unexpectedly with a sudden flash of innocence. A trenchcoat opens the galaxy to the eyes in absolute remification. Anubis Head stationed lightly over a smelted cup of pure porcelain. Scorched until the end of days, I shall hope not to find my way back ever again.