Odd, how in life he

Blazed in strength, in

Glory, in power

How his fiery speech inflamed those

Under his command

And enraged

Those who called themselves

Enemies

And when his death finally came,

Not at the hand of an enemy but a

Friend

For he was not himself any longer

Burning away

And in death his

Presence

Burned with strength, with

Glory, with power

How his very presence

Burned those who knew him,

Ally and foe, for he had

No friends

And when his death finally came,

At the hand of one who called himself

Friend

Saved by one he had called

Enemy

He was not dead any longer

And as flames leapt toward the sky,

He was

Finally

Free