Phoenix

She is shadow on their screens Yet it takes forever for her ghost to fade. They cannot know her nor give meaning to her metaphor. She is alive and sees things clear today- Further than planes fly, And she hears her hoarse, new voice. Their searchlights can't blind her As they chase the darkness in the badlands of her soul. All their walls are fading light, Death-throw shivers against riddles of Foregone conclusions, While an innocent sky in her eyes fills with dreams of levitation. It's not hard to fall behind when Gravity's hands grope and drag, Pull you down as They preach prayers, chant myopic mantras while watching women burn. Turning her head she shuts her eyes and crosses her fingers, not hoping but knowing Their lies hold no power- These parodies of men now falter in fear As they watch her rise.