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