He always knew that he would die this way
From the moment he first felt the fire,
the warmth spreading over his body
that made all the pain go away,
he knew that he would never stop
He wasn't afraid of being burned
He flew higher
and higher
He wanted the sun for himself
if only once
And when he gave that final push,
he almost made it
Almost
But in the end
his wings turned to ash,
his body to dust
And the flame still burned.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag236 and
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