Out of the ashes rising,
Forth from the embers dying,
The dreamer wakes from nightmare's thrall,
A blackest wind that shrouds one and all.
Rage leaps afire with wings of flame,
A past forgotten, whispers of a name.
A phoenix born of blood and thirst,
That none might deem but a villain cursed.
On sundered lands the dreamer treads,
A hero fallen, soul cleaved to shreds.
A geas bespoken with one last breath,
The crushing yoke far worse than death.
Cloaked in shadows the stealer of night,
Immortal foes vanquished unto the blight.
That light may amidst the darkness reign,
Though the hollow heart is split in twain.
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My entry for Wattpad Poetry's contest, "The Shortys"
Prompts used:
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2. "From the destruction, out of the flame. You need a villain give me a name." — Salt and the Sea by The Lumineers.
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