Holding flames in hand
Molding dreams with a word
Dancing with moves that shatter walls
Changing the future with faith in truth
Silly songs strummed on a guitar that change hearts
Clarity of vision that is not measured by eyesight but by one's heart
Though only half the man survives the death of his father it is more then enough to foil the macinations of a legion of devils
As self bows before humility of life and lesson
A phoenix arises again from ashes gone by
Pinions as black as midnight
Sharp grey eyes deep as steal
A resolve shining bluest flame
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