Phoenix,
Your name is sin,
Smeared me with ash and soot,
Blackened by your flight.
Touched the heart of my trunk,
My leaves, my fragile roots,
Deep in the dark earth
You lit on fire,
Phoenix-betrayer.
It was you – and I screamed.
My breath is but smoke
Your plumage of flame has seen to that.
My bark crumbles in the heat,
Singed by your blaze, consumed in your inferno.
But my leaves mourn
With thick dark tears – water and soot.
For you, flame child know, as I know,
The fatal inevitability,
Ne'er shall my lust be quenched.
You hold my heart in your steaming talons -
wretched, cruel Envy!
Beyond my will I am made to burn.
But phoenix, I remember what was,
The icy chill of your absence, and what will be,
Cold ash.
For you never stay but you flee,
The brand on my heart is never cooled,
but heals in time,
And once again falls in hellfire.
I fear you traitor,
But I desire you also.
Flames leap up to the heavens,
Black smoke plumes the sky,
My soul twitches with desire,
And yet I am cold,
Phoenix.
Tell me,
If you would speak,
Why am I cold?
