In an effort to reinvent himself, he pried wings made of fire from his old, rotting corpse….
And in a bid of defiance – fists onto the air – he posed for the Cyclops near him…
Blue flames emanating from his back,
He turned around slowly,
Showing his full self:
Unafraid and Free….
Then in a whisper,
And a flutter of his wings,
Onto the Ether he disappeared