(of my stay by the end of the old year) Outside the gate of Home in winter light a small fragile egg rolled towards me its golden glow dissolved my sight and my skin became transparent I glimpsed in the mirror on the wall a bluish silhouette approaching us; I…

I am The Phoenix. My wings are of fire and my tears are of hope. I move through countless cycles of death and rebirth during my time on earth. My first death reduced me to coal and ashes, but after some time, I was embraced by a motherly wing and…