I rise out of the flames.
I, the Phoenix
I see my burning embers glow
But that I am no longer
My metallic wings reflect
the sun and the fiery flames
I am one with the fire
I soar up
And feel the air rush against me
I know what it is like to die
For I am life
As I age
As I become worn
My wings become tattered
My luster is leaving
I know soon
I must begin again
But not yet
I, thought beautiful and powerful
as the fire,
am tired
I wish to rest
Soon I will
Soon I will continue the cycle
I the Phoenix
living only to die
and dying only to live
Again

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