I watch in silent horror as you – the mighty mythological Phoenix bursts into an eruption of scorching flames…

The sorrow is evident in your breathtaking eternal eyes – 'tis but another death…another death that will enable you to live again. You can not die – you will be alive for all of eternity… living and dying, living and dying, such a vicious perpetual cycle that brings distress to your beady everlasting – now scorched - orbs.

The soundless terror is still numbing my brain as I watch you go through the agony of being reborn. Your tortured cries are the only noise filling the hollow, silent room. I feel completely helpless – I feel like I need to help you, but I don't know how to. The cries are still emitting from your beautiful, graceful beak but now they are not cries of torture, au contraire, they are now sounds of liberation in knowing that you are being reborn, in knowing that you will finally be free from your bellicose, aggressive master.

I've heard about your unique living conditions, Phoenix. I have heard from many a person about how you switch from master to master every time you are reborn.

It breaks my heart to have to know that you will not be completely free. Not now, not ever…you will be forever caged, never able to spread your beautiful red and golden wings to fly high in the clear, endless blue sky. Never in your entire lifespan will you be able to sing your heartbreaking yet hopeful melody in complete freedom – without anyone dictating to you when and where, or if you should sing it – that beautiful, stunning tune.

With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I observe the flames surrounding you burnt, ashen body and notice that they have subsided – if only a little bit. Slowly, the flames begin to lessen, until they are but mere sparks and red-tinged remains.

I feel a sob threatening to erupt as I see that your body is no longer burnt and ashen. It does not even exist anymore…your beautiful red and gold body has now been reduced to being mere cinders.

And in one single heart stopping instant, you ascend from the residue that has beleaguered you for your thousand lives, and sing your desperate, heart aching melody.

May peace be with you, immortal Phoenix. May peace be with you.