Phoenix

A Poem by Briana

A poem on the life of the phoenix, and how humans relates to the magical creatures

We are a Phoenix ready to fly
But not ready to die,

life to some is just
some big joke
that they walk on the line
every day for fun,

It hard to choose what to do,
The good and the bad will
flood your mind,

Death because of a great fall,
Or a life with the wind ,and sky as your home,

Take the chance but don't joke about
or it might be your
last laugh,

So when you fly do your best
and you soar

Don't and death
will be the
soul you will see
before you close your eyes
that will
never open again,

But some are reborn
into a baby
where our ashes lay,

Only to the few who are not ready to die,

But the cost is your age and

To start from the bottom,

To wait to choose,

To fly again,

Or to die