The Phoenix

The flying beauty, Phoenix
spreads colored wings, so bright
with burning, graceful elegance
heralds awe inspiring might

The Phoenix flies again
with precious plumes of burning might
heat of unabated fury
the feathery flames grew

And in this final apex flight
the flames, its soul consumes
Every second spent climbing
the phoenix flies to doom

in final desperation
higher the phoenix flew
one final cry, one final song
the final doom ensued

The phoenix dies again
In its death, the ashes rain
which settles on a place
becomes the egg, born in pain