A glimpse of crimson amongst the ashes,
Infant feathers ignited in embers;
And life begins, but like a burnt page's
Tale of times before, old are remembered.
Null those fiery flames with your healing tears;
Bask in the glowing marvel of your birth;
For a phoenix's life can last for years,
With even death tangled in hope and mirth.
An immortal yet enigmatic beast,
Such mystery surrounds your existence,
Reserved in modest glory, never ceased,
Whilst men die, your bane is your resistance.
Cursed to watch all around fade and decay,
Born in colour; the world around is grey.