The mythical bird that rises from the ashes
Grand wings of blazing fire and light
Born from the breast of a goddess heart
A celestial essence in an earthly shell

Though dormant and asleep, she’s never amiss
For her days of roaming were full of purpose
She ran her course at best and performed
Found herself broken and needed to evolve

Don’t despair as she waved good bye
To lay a rest afar from the existing pretense
Her desire for truth and love is her lullaby
As she to gain better vision of her presence

No potion, no cure, no magical kiss will bring her
Her calling is a hymn from the angels that sings
An epiphany of triumph after a tragedy
Like a queen she’ll conquer and bring you to kneel