Phoenix Feathers

Neither Immortal nor bound by death 
The silent genius soars through the heavens
Until Hell's fires arise to claim time's debt
Again stealing its Phoenix Feathers

Yet from its ashes a child awakens
Whose feathers exist only in dreams
Shrouded with infinite potential
Only time knows their beauty

When time paints those plumes
This Phoenix will fly further;
If it always ends in flames
Why not fly to the sun?

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