Friday, April 20, 2012

Phoenix

Time to transform
Time to die

 Flames reach high into night

Time to be re-born
Time to fly

Feathers in flame reach to take flight

Transform
Die

Sky dark with black, black smoke
She cries out for a new name

Time to be reborn
Time to fly

Screech so loud no one spoke
Crowd scurried away, none remained the same.

Reborn
Fly

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