Perilous, fiery eyes glaring from a high perch
Hurtling flames amidst the dark woods
Orange and red glowing silently
Elegant feathers of fine dust
Night is prime time for the Hunter
Ignited with colour and flame
Xeric feathers radiating heat, you'll wish you'd never came

The PHOENIX

~Sasha

So graceful it flies with wings if silver
Few have glimpsed it we've yet to discover,
With kind gentle eyes and a horn of gold,
It's story is yet to be told.
With a gleaming white coat and 4 little hooves,
You can't catch it whenever it moves.

The twisted horn which is said to sparkle,
Never had the need to darkle
It lives where the season is always spring,
And where it can rule as king.

~The Pegasus