The Flaming Phoenix
Ashes and blackness and hate
Swirl around the little nestling
Struggling to survive the boorish world
It longs to have its fire created
But can never seem to bloom a spark
But the nestling persevered
Through sheer willpower and strength
That no one could have expected
When everyone else would have given up
The nestling continued on through its plight
Knowing one day it could reach its flight
And feel its full claming spirit
As a lovely creation
The nestling has grown
It's wings have gone aflame
It's on the brink, ready to soar
And if you look at its form
It is no longer small and weak and sore
Instead, its scars are brave marks
Its wounds testimony of strength
And its eyes alight with the brightest of flames
I am the Phoenix who has survived Great Plights
I am poised to soar when my jail cage breaks
Ready for release, to soar the world with flawless strength