Sainted Phoenix
I remember the weight of your glasses
Every time I see them on some dorky hero
Springtime brings stupid memories
Dragged those words on your skin to bring us to zero
And they get me going like a voice of a sergeant
Ashen memories forever casted in argent
Wondering what it'd be like
To be reborn
Awful, to say the least
A knight lifted up by her neck for speaking back
Forgiven by a sainted priestess
But those sins still weigh me down like a leaden sack
And I'm fine carrying several adamant crosses
It's the least I could do for inflicting those losses
A shining knight gleaming bright
For another king
But I can't look back on that old crumbling kingdom
To live with that choice is my holy opinion
To wish for more invites more
Than I could bear
A sainted phoenix flies again
Under a bright and holy wing
I can't voice a reason against the way
You're flying towards a brighter day
And to this day, I guess I'm right
To separate, to pick that fight
I couldn't save a damaged soul
It'd be a different kind of whole
But who's to say it'd be correct?
Or that the current one's a defect?
To live a life of pained regret
It's not a life that I'd beget
But I see your face inside of theirs
And feel a charge within the air
I'll forever carry that tiny stone
To ensure those days won't die alone.
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2021
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