blazing faint
on cool moonlit night,
love flees the divine:
the infinite pleasures
and passions
spun from a bond
everlasting
terrify the mediocre,
and other pretenders
to Truth.
burn with me Soulchild,
burn,
until the end.
let sin be the tinder;
let our souls fuel our flame.
let us devour this world whole,
or drown it
in glory.
Phoenix Roars
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