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
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
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
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