500 years alone Born out of ashes To die in flames Body covered in gashes From years of abuse Times are not what they used to be Out in they open A rare sight to see Clothed in red and gold And framed in fire An icon of hope And ones hearts desire A time for renewal To be reborn Time does things to one Tired and worn One last sad song A nest of incense and sticks Out of the fires cold burnt ashes Revived is the Phoenix