Enchained in the highest storey
Within the Tower of Ivory
Is a living breathing being
That even gods deem worth seeking

Encroached by a virulent spell
She was a spirit in a shell
Bound to be held in solitude
In unbreakable chains, subdued

Fiery feathers outward-plucking
Blazing embers are cavorting
An eternal persecution
Nigh upon is death's retribution

The vivid light seemed scoured
As the cinders settle downward
The atmosphere grew ungodly
Enduring flames die softly

Sudden gasp, air was aghast
Chains lay splintered in a blast
From frail comes might, death comes light
Her cage was broken by godly smite

Golden feathers grew staggered
As the cold embrace is shattered
The radiant Phoenix flies free
Restored to its former glory.