Disclaimer- Max Steel belongs to Sony, not to me. Yada yada yatta. Yeah, it's another sonnet... this one for Jim. About time I started writing again, ne?

Epitaph

Don't read my stone with pity
Or mourn my lack of years.
I've passed beyond the reach of tears
To where the wind blows free.
I was born to play with fire;
I chose to dance with death,
And I have cherished every breath
And found my heart's desire.
The secret in the sirens' song
And Icarus' flight--
The fire that blazes twice as bright
Burns only half as long.
Born to burn and blaze and die,
But I have been where angels fly.