Israfil’s Trumpet call.

The death bell toll.

A new sound of old.

A whip, crack & a spark
I slip on my death mask
As flicker & flame
Rise up through my mane
My eyes are afire
Death, my desire-


Phoenix alight
So high & so bright-

!TRANSMUTE!

Flitter & falter.

Falling now faster.

Ashes to Ash.


Israfil’s Trumpet call.

An old sound of new.

PHOENIX