The flames dance, a hungry orange tongue,
Lapping at skin, a story unsung.
Each nerve alive, a vibrant, searing cry,
As flesh surrenders, reaching for the sky.
No scream escapes, only a silent plea,
For release from this fiery decree.
The body writhes, a fragile, burning shell,
Consuming all, a dark and smoky spell.
Yet in this blaze, a truth begins to bloom,
A cleansing fire, dispelling inner gloom.
The old self fades, a wisp upon the breeze,
While new beginnings stir among the trees.
The heat subsides, the embers start to gleam,
A promise whispered, a resurrected dream.
From ashes rising, a phoenix takes its flight,
Transformed by fire, bathed in golden light
~ Ember and Ash, a poem by James Zoller
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