Phoenix Roars

blazing faint
on cool moonlit night,
love flees the divine:

the infinite pleasures
and passions
spun from a bond
terrify the mediocre,
and other pretenders
to Truth.

burn with me Soulchild,
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.

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