Phoenix

A short tale about a beautiful myth.

Through seas of haze it flies the torch
On wings ablaze the sky is scorched

Eyes containing tears of prayer
Gold and scarlet pierce the air

A thousand years it's flown this course
The fire bird of nature's force

It's beauty fills the air with song
When something wicked comes along

Up above, and from afar
Falls to Earth, a dying star

It cracks the myth upon its crown
The phoenix plummets to the ground

The seas retire. The breeze stands still
Witnessing a scene unreal

The miracle of heaven's grace
Is plucked away by death's embrace

Darkness sweeps across the Earth
No light or warmth, the sky is cursed

The world is black a thousand years
And every night the sky sheds tears

Until those droplets come to splash
Upon the bird who burnt to ash

And rising from that mournful site
A little chick aglow with light

Its cry rouses the sleeping land
Forest. Mountain. Ocean. Sand

With hope restored the world revives
Overjoyed the bird's alive

Its fed by trees and nature nusred
As lakes and rivers quench its thirst

In cold and darkness it endures
And in a year the bird matures

It's feathers spark in blazing gold
And chase away the icy cold

The phoenix wings command the wind
It flaps and falls to rise again

The sky reminds it of its course
Its flight slays darkness at its source

A pulse returns, and up above
Soars the bird of life and love