
№ 219
The Flames of Rebirth
The Flames of RebirthAlone, he stands in the city of sinHe calls the name of his fiery guideA blinding flash and a deafening blastAn angel of flame from the sky descendsThe crowd around him gasps in reverence and dreadThey see the power in the angel’s eyesThey fear the end of days has come at lastOr hope a miracle will save their livesHe runs to meet the angel with a cryHe breaks his bonds and bares his soulHe bids farewell to his former selfAnd bravely faces his own demiseThe angel wraps him in its burning wingsIt soothes his pain with the words of graceIt carries him to a higher realmWhere he is born anew as a king
- Date
- 2023.05.24
- Web file
- 1280 × 1920 px
- Accent
- #C72819
- Average
- #D0602C
- Family
- Fire
- Hue · Lum
- 005° · 0.45
§ 01.1Kindred works
Same light, other nights.
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