- Thrown into the fire, and what remained was charred.
- Tossed onto the pyre, before the angel guard.
- Gold nor silver waiting; just dross consumed by flame.
- Fining pot ablating, now only ash remain.
- Dust lay still and silent, untouched by trump or key.
- Arm of flesh not stirring, no tongue or bow-ed knee.
- Then a hand thrust downward, into the ash, a pole,
- Forming a new creature, breathed into it a soul.
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