Settled upon on a Charred Throne
In A Kingdom long since burned
The Lord of Ashes waits alone    
His court forever adjourned

He is adorned in ancient rags,
His Crown a dying Ember.
Waited upon by umber crags
For a purpose none remember.

He muses of ages since begotten  
And of clashes his blaze had won;
He collapses into nothingness, forgotten
Flakes fading one by one.

The Phoenix King rises from his pit unabated
His inner flame burning bright, having never truly faded.