Last Rise of the Phoenix
She rises from the ashes,
Time and time again.
Her beauty defies belief,
As does her strength
And power of will.
But she weakens with every turn of the moon...
Nothing lasts forever,
Not even her.
There will come a time
Where she will not rise again.
She will burst into beauteous flame once more,
And blend into her last sunset,
Her ashes will dance in the wind,
And her soul will sing with the angels.
And no amount of love, time, tears... can change it.