Phoenix

Those night falls were prowling

with a desire to delve me in, 

while digging out the regrets, my own

fingers bled black blood; torn skin flapping

as loose sheets. Dark voices like waves

rise and fell within me, with ashes covering my

breaths I could not wait

for the darkest hour 

to come and deprive me 

of the final redemption. 

To the hands those kept pushing a war 

against me, I rebelled. But my heart 

that was built of magma, did not burst

still and the dark engulfed the fire.