In our own ashes,
beaming surge of energy,
a hope of death,
sweetness of,
terminal lucidity.

Razor sharp,
dreams and ambitions,
flowing like withered leaves,
cowardness or braveness,
the thin line between two.

In Calypso's cave,
how does the heart command?
To bleed the blood it bled,
maybe to make other's glee,
in crimson, people grin.

One, can bleed,
draining away the love,
as the night devours,
the crumbs of life,
in ashes to ashes.

Two, swear a creed,
death by itself is a greed,
raise, raise, raise the flag.
Brainstorm the puzzle,
from ashes, a Phoenix.

We can seed,
hope is one, a torment,
two, a relief as the sun rise,
flip the coin, inside.
Raise up and fly.

© Josh D