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?