Phoenix

I whispered and whispered until my voice became a roar

I shattered and poured myself anew

I stood and the earth bucked

A figure stood, with my form clutched in gentle hands and carried me onwards, an orb clasped in calloused fingers

Scourged and scourged, this self was baked in fire and cooled by stone

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