A shift, a change, the wings are now gone.
Are you capable of sensing pain?
Spreading my wings in rising the dawn,
I banish the tears and banish the rain.

Lonely now, than I have ever been,
another scar added to my face.
Stronger though, I can now race the wind.
Faster too, flying with stylish grace.

Out fly the hawk, out fly the phoenix;
her rising from her bed of ashes,
with the rosy sun at her zenith,
I only beat her in short dashes.

You, however, I cannot race yet.
Hate, the passion that will let me win,
is not yet a part of my mind set
and I cannot yet commit that sin.

One question remains and that is all.
Only one question and tell it true.
This is the last challenge, the last call.
Truth. Did you love me as I loved you?