The Phoenix

Phoenix bird, burning bright
Stretching wings of brilliant light

Watching your flame I often wonder
Why you fly with peals of thunder

Majestically your feathers glow
But no man can know

What first lit your flame
Heated feather glow the same

As men seek to pluck them out
You don't cry but shout

How can a bird, noble and true
After death be always new

Loving itself until the end
About which many poets penned

the cycle of death, and life
You are both husband and wife

Hero's try and cut you down
Deprive you of your rightful crown

For some time they did succeed
Causing your wings to break and bleed

If you reignite yourself
Through burning, back to health

Scorching your wings of brilliant red
Lifting again your majestic head

Flames at dusk fill the sky
Wise men look up and cry

The protector of those who wander at night
Always at dusk takes comforting flight

For travelers lost he lights the way
So they wander in light like day

Keeper of the eternal fire
Fly ever on, and do not tire

When oppressed by winter's hand
It does not change his eternal plan

Majestic scarlet, echoes of blood
Wings unleashing the winds of flood

Rippling muscles shine in the light
As your take your victory flight

Enemies below strewn and slain
Layers of death on the battle plain

Aftermath majestic and true
Your victory flight, flew

Trailing behind are embers
In the night the flame glitters

For if the phoenix does not live
What love to earth can he give