From a spark, I am reborn,
My golden wings spread like a new dawn,
And fire courses through my veins,
As I become the righteous flames.

Soaring through the ancient skies,
Sacred flares trail as I fly,
Gliding through clouds above,
Glowing with the burning sun.

Years pass as I slowly grow old
And my feathers lose their amber glow.
My strength and fight begin to fade,
My soul is tired and unafraid.

When it is time for my final breath,
with all my strength I face my death.
In my element, the sparks ignite
The end has come to my long life.

Flames consume my flesh and bone,
As I embrace the fire that I become
As burning smoke rises higher,
And I succumb to my funerary pyre.

The fire fizzles and dissipates,
As the embers cool and accumulate,
And through the ashes sparks a flame,
The Phoenix reborn, rises again.

©️Lizzie Bevis