She is the Phoenix

She is the phoenix

Rising like the flames that overtook her

She is the trial

She is the tribulation

She is the death,

Of all weakness

 

She is the warrior

With weapons carved from metal

With claws carved from gold

 

She is the soldier

Echoing the nightmare in her war

 

She is the fight,

Struggling for survival

Battle wounds covering every inch

Of her bruised skin

 

She is the memory

Of the pain

That has haunted her

For quite some time

 

But like the embers that overtook her,

She is like the phoenix

Burning to rise, time and time again.