The Phoenix

Wed, 07/24/2013 - 14:50 -- mkate18

The ancient, crimson bird settles at last,

Feeling the spark in his eyes descend.

His life at last has reached its peak,

And is prepared for the youth to come.

 

The flames engulf his entire being,

Leaving only debris in its trail.

From within the ashes, something stirs.

A phoenix arises anew.

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