Blazing spires clawed at the pulse of night,
A salamandrine lyre strummed by no hand in sight.
Shadows drank their own echoes, sighing in tongues,
Dreams shed their skins, coiling like serpents unsung.
The river split into mirrors that licked my heels,
Silver-tongued laughter, water that steals.
I ran through molten reeds, through fields that burned back hard,
Every step a spark, every glance a charred ward.
Fire caught its reflection and leapt in delight,
Salt turned to smoke in the marrow of night.
Bones grew wings, teeth learned to hum,
Shadows became claws, and claws became drum.
The captive wind whispered riddles in my ear,
A cadence of teeth, a cadence of fear.
I swallowed my shadow; it laughed down my throat,
A twin-shaped hunger that sang in my coat.
Mountains bowed to tremble beneath my feet,
Stars unraveled their threads into heat.
The devil’s breath trembled in the hollow of flame,
A name without owner, a game without name.
I danced on the knife-edge of red and release,
Every motion a bite, every pause a piece.
The fire swallowed fire, the river drank smoke,
And I, the unbound, became both chain and yoke.
Through hollows of glass, through lightning that sings,
I fell into myself, unbroken, with wings.
Madness a mirror, desire a pyre,
And I burned, and I bled, and I rose from the fire.
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