Conjurer of Relics
There he laid, a conjurer of relics,
There he laid, a fire born phoenix,
There he lay upon the shelf
Wondering how he hurt himself.
Burnt through cinders embers glow
Knowing all there is to know,
Revealing all there is to show.
poem by David Lacey
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