The last bridge

Angel of decay, a setting sun that stumbles into night, crashing waves of hopeless beauty.
You stride into town shiny and new, and completely vanish when you arrive.
You run away past the adoring crowd you love to despise.
The punishment you give, so petty and coarse, eye for an eye, heart for a heart.
The prophecy fulfilled for yourself once again, you put up your dukes and then take a dive.
And now once again the phoenix will rise, from all the ashes from the bridges burned.