Life ends to start anew,

On a mountain of ash.

From its flaming heap of death,

Magic buries deep in her grave,

And a song plays aloud,

Voicing a truth

Of passion,

And rebirth.

Enemies are few

To the phoenix,

For she heals

And she sings with beauty.

Music that strengthens

The heart,

And fortifies the soul.

Healing those in need,

The phoenix cries away her sorrow

…A tear falls…

…Splash…Splash…

A radiant light glows on the wound,

But wait! Where is the cut?

Where is the swords mark?

…It’s gone!

The lulling rhythm arises above the silent sounds

Of the night,

A sense of an epic is churning,

And the beats of her wings

Adds the adventurous tone.

And as life goes on,

The spectators step into beat

Of her song;

Now we know that life as a phoenix

Will never die,

For life is an epic

And every wound

Is just a cry away

From being magically

Healed.