• The phoenix is bird to admire,
    Rising from its ashes, to fly higher,
    Even when it’s hurt,
    Going though rebirth,

    But it’s a blessing it can turn for the worst,
    It’s a blessing as well as a curse,
    Even though the Phoenix is given eternal life,
    It still wishes to die,

    It is saddened its fate,
    No matter how mush life it takes,
    To leave its eternal dungeon,
    So it may fly up to heaven,

    So it raised a flame of hate,
    Of those who wish for its fate,
    Wishing away for this eternal curse,
    Not seeing it for its worse,

    Trapped in a blazing cage of loathe,
    Taking their lives by the throat,
    They turn black the blood of evil,
    For it has sold itself to the devil,

    Blinded by a bright light,
    A women comes into sight,
    With a halo, dress, and long hair of green,
    Her beauty locked with chains,

    Linking the bird to her chain,
    Taking away the flames, opening the cage,
    She smiles touching its wounds,
    Then she say,’ Don’t worry it’ll be over soon’

    As the wounds disappear, she holds it close,
    Then she drifts into the cosmos,
    It then takes one last breathe,
    It’s wish was granted, It as seen death