One bell is tolling loud across the air
Another soul lies lost with none to care
The spirit cast to hell by pious lies
With inner flames doused with those words of shame
And sparks of truth have learned to hide from eyes
No chance of glory when life’s damned by fate
Slow burning embers simmer, biding time
But time demands before it is too late
The shame of their lies is not worth a dime
A yearning spirit can no longer wait
He’s walking proud and making his own name
With hunger burning in the ways of wise
To live a life, one must take up the dare
And on the phoenix wings begin to climb

©JG Farmer 2013
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 87

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