Step into my sanctum and
know the secret sacred me that
so few have grasped.
With one sip of ambrosia I knew that
I had no choice but to pierce
the heavens.
My tattered wings smoldered in the
flaming glory
of the sun,
and for just one moment
I knew
what it meant to be
home.
Call me reckless.
Call me arrogant.
You’re correct but,
I’d rather live and die with a burning heart
searing my flesh
than be half alive in a coffin
made by the dead
for the living.
Today I
Burn.
Tomorrow,
I have no regrets.
