Phoenix
From the ashes he rose,
from the flame he slept,
His wings spread outward,
out of the fire he stepped.
His eyes black as coal,
his beak sharp as blades,
And the power, it shimmers,
as his past memory fades.
And as he takes to the air,
in an explosion of light,
The Phoenix emerges,
with blazing might.
His wingspan is broad,
his cry filled with youth,
His talons are daggers,
his gaze looks with truth.
But the people don't know,
that Phoenix has taken his flight,
And all they see is a star,
shooting through the night.
Copyright © Brynn Rose | Year Posted 2015
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