He returns to dust, a deadly flame,
A molten desire he cannot tame.
Every line brings a gentle collapse,
Laced with sugar in scorched relapse.
Rebirth begins, the soul takes flight,
Into the darkness of moonless night.
He lives to burn, to bleed a rhyme,
His verses old, like threads of time.
The ocean of muse speaks to him,
His burning core, both soft and grim.
Through each stanza, he is reborn—
A prince, a monster, a lover sworn.