With each day She weakens With each day She falls The end for her is in her sights
There was a time When she forgot When she feared the flame But now she understands Now she waits
There was a day When it began When her candle started to flicker And a fear rose from her gut Because she knew her fate
The fire spread She felt the warmth and held her breath She knew what to expect And she liked it And she loved it
From the ashes she stood Again, for the first time She felt her heart flutter beneath her skin Felt the wind blow past her face And began yet another life
With each day Time passes With each year Death grows closer And with death a new life will begin
A friend of mine calls me a phoenix, and so he inspired this poem