Blood-red cutlasses gleaming bright
In the glare of a pillaged town’s firelight.
Each lonely Phoenix must find new skies
From dust-destroyed days, replumaged rise.
TO ANNEKE Blood-red cutlasses gleaming bright
In the glare of a pillaged town’s firelight.
Each lonely Phoenix must find new skies
From dust-destroyed days, replumaged rise.
TO ANNEKE
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