an explosion of flame erupts in a relentless night
a thousand sparks fly away on the night breeze
like a fleet of ships setting sail for parts unknown
dancing about the night sky until their energies wane
leaving a spent and decaying remnant
of what once burned so bright and hot
as to deny the touch of mortal man
sent speeding to their yet unrevealed destiny
carried aloft by an uncaring and unknowing draft
their source left behind as a brightly burning memory
still lighting their way
not showing the fate that awaits
dark and cold now floating alone
all energy spent
no light beckons
no warmth comforts
no phoenix shall arise from these ashes
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a clear conscience is a sure sign of a fuzzy memory
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