your blood drips
in slow motion
down to swirling pools
that anoint your feet.
This is the end of an attempt!
And you scream with the might of the wind,
This is our swansong, one last chance
as we give our lives to the breeze: a hero's death.
That we may carry home your honor as keepsake,
and maintain in awe the memory.
Each day envying our respects to the scenery.
For the fiery death of dreams!
And the awaiting phoenix!
Your last breaths used to better our world.
For the fiery death of dreams!
And the awaiting phoenix!
Your blood makes the world beautiful.
