Fire Free
spark is to born
as ash is to bone
fire destroys but
beholds
a brighter flame rises
from ended embers
resurrected from binding
timbers
purple-red like the
setting sun
but dawning in
more brilliant colors
the purple one
bears a crown of thorns
wears it proudly
as it is reborn
burns the innocent
virgin flame
but holds a
thousand years’ pain
son of the father
yet father it is
reduce to dust
then return a new sun
babe hidden in death
revealed only
after the smoke clears
the beautiful cry is
of newborn and
corpse combined
cinnamon and smoke
cue its exit,
is inhaled upon
the first breath of
birth
stoic king,
prince,
immortal
among purples and golds
live within frankincense
and myrrh
bred in carnage,
dies in flames of color
and spice and gem
beauty in a blood red
pyre
desire in an eternal
fire
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