The Angel named River Phoenix

River had very long hair and he strikes me as an angel of some kind - a supernatural being.
An angel he was and he will always be.
He will never be forgotten, and lively as a tree.
He's already being made into a martyr.
In his eyes we see
Pools of desire
That were meant to be.

He's become a metaphor for a fallen angel, a Messiah.
An angel could be Gabriel, but an angel could be Lucifer too. He could as readily delve in to the deep dark recesses as he would fly up to the lofty, illuminated places.

I think that I shall never see
an angel that River Phoenix came to be.

You were once a golden boy,
Everyone adored you; everyone admired you.
But you became so ambitious; no one could stop you.
No one could fulfill you.
You were lost in the sea of desire.

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A short tumultuous life
was all he had.
And when he died,
It made us, his fans, very sad.

The Viper Room was beautiful,
as beautiful as the sun.
And when River stepped over the threshold,
They turned, seeing he was the one.

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River loved the Viper Room.
It reminded him a little of a fictional village Posep.
He turned to the stage and smiled.
There, jamming with his guitar,
was his friend, Johnny Depp.