The Flight of the Phoenix

Turn my wings black
and tear them asunder,
as I fall
down to earth.

Voices sing and whisper.
I sink into the ashes
of my rebirths;

I swallow the ash
with my last breath.
Choke, burn, die, cry!

I arise, renewed
with a burst of flames.
My wings are crimson with
hints of gold.

Soar above my ash-vault.

It's time to start over;
another cycle decays,
but another blooms.