In the smoke and ashes,
Lying beneath
and speckled with soot
is an egg quite rare.

The light is dim,
the egg cracks open
and out emerges flames
with heat so intense.

Fire becomes a phoenix,
almost unreal,
feathers of flame
shimmer with heat.

Taking flight into the darkness,
frighteningly beautiful,
is the King of Fire,
for he has shown me my will.