I heard of the Great War in the east
the forests have been whispering
and I heard of the vicious, horrid beast
whose eyes left it's victims trembling
the war started with a single thrill,
as the beast appeared, so wickedly strong
as strong as a mountain, if you will
and that's when the birds started their song
the song spoke of years of blood and fear
the beast destroyed what got in it's path
but once when the sky was bright and clear
a Phoenix appeared to save them from it's wrath
it fought the beast with vigorous might
and when the beast fell and the land was safe
the Phoenix rose radiating light
which broke the darkness and life it gave