The Phoenix:
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Brought forth on a wave of ecstatic joy,
Though it was short lived until the fall,
For all things that rise must also wither,
No matter how high the mighty hall.
Sent back to a time long forgotten,
When seasons claimed many a beast and man,
And all hailed the might of Odin,
The long winters freeze across the land.
Deep in caves where man first slumbered,
Before their fires could warm their bones,
The skies at night would haunt their dreams,
While the only speech was grunts and groans.
Their blood still running through our veins,
But how does one know the fiery thoughts,
And stealing what little fire remained,
When every single day was a battle of sorts.
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We've raised up through the ashes again and again,
And we shall return to the beginning in the end,
For we are all the Phoenix of this I'm sure,
And life is the miracle that lives in us all.
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Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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