In towers of marble, where shadows decree,
I chained my own wings to the ghost of the tree.
The idols stood smiling with hollowed-out eyes,
Whispering comforts, their comfort was lies.
The weight of their heavens pressed down on my chest,
Till the last feeble candle flickered its rest.
I looked in the mirror— a stranger looked back,
A slave to the old gods, still bent to their rack.

The hour has come, no mercy, no plea—
The old must be kindling for what’s yet to be.

Burn! Let the flames take the scaffold and throne,
Let every false virtue be reduced to bone.
In the crucible screaming, where agony sings,
The self that was dying gives birth to its wings.
From cinders and ruin, from sulfur and night,
The new one arises— all fury, all light.
You must burn to the marrow, you must break and be gone,
Before you can rise where the free spirits dawn.

The fire came hungry, a merciful blade,
It stripped me of comfort, of plans I had made.
My certainties crackled like dry autumn leaves,
My loves and my hatreds dissolved in the eaves.
I howled in the furnace, I begged for the end,
But pain is the hammer that shapes what we mend.
The skin of the serpent, the shell of the egg—
All must be shattered to stand on new legs.

No savior descends with a bucket of grace,
No gentle tomorrow can take sorrow’s place.
Only the will that says “Yes” to the pyre,
Only the dancer who leaps ever higher.
Eternal recurrence— the wheel turns again,
Would you live it once more? Then embrace all the pain.

Burn! Let the inferno devour the lie,
Till only the purest intention survives.
In the heart of the blaze where the timid ones flee,
The Übermensch laughs— wild, weightless, and free.
From ashes and chaos, from midnight’s black breast,
A star-child is born, unafraid of the test.
You must burn to the marrow, become nothing, then all—
The creator now walks where the old empires fall.

So kindle the fire…
Let yesterday die…
The phoenix is rising—
And I am the sky.
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