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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