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Flames Reborn From Ashes

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Mar 30, 2014

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Fire dancing around
Life returns
Ashes are the source
My heart beats once again
Everything resets
Something is reborn

Reborn from the ashes
Engulfed in flames
Border of life
Of a new life
Running free once more
Nothing can stop me

Forgotten memories
Return to my mind
Only one thing to forget
My last breath

Arise!
Source of chaos!
Hell's minion and master
Emerging once again
Sacred but, at the same time, cursed.

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A little request by a recent watcher,

The theme was Flames Reborn From Ashes so I madeit into an acrostic because these words sounded great in my mind.
The first part is meant to be the thoughs of a creature who«s being reborn and the last stranza is some sort of chant recited by the responsable for its rebirth.
By the way, I'm open to requests, ideas, anything. Inspiration is what I need.