So he withered away and died that night,
a lost and forgotten soul of death and
denial.
The bystanders look with a horrified
expression,
never seeing something so amazing yet
so vile.
His wings descend into the flames,
his cry for pain low and filled with
sorrow.
The breath of his departed soul has been
sent,
so it will be returned to his body
tomorrow.
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