Prose

A Phoenix in Essence

written by: arjjones

He arose from the ashes of all he had hoped for, with a bleeding soul and sore heart. No one would ever see him cry though; not because of pride or some inner strength, but for the assurance that his tears would never draw as much pity from another as he felt for himself. Frozen by time and circumstance, he is the spectre within this artist, musician, renaissance man