The Plight Of The Phoenix Poem by Matthew Densley

It's heart burns far more hotter, than the flames upon his wings
With eyes that shine much brighter than the fire that it brings
It doesn't have a temper, though it's body is a blaze
Gentle bird, born of fire, there is nothing that it preys
A majestic sight to gaze

Some people watch with wonder, while some others watch with dread
I saw a shameless fearful man, shoot the Phoenix dead
All folk around did watch the bird, fall quickly from the sky
And saw it turn to ashes in the blinking of an eye
This bird can never die

The ashes swirling, twirling, whirling, dancing with the breeze
The fire re-ignites itself with such grace and such ease
The ashes that it rose from, down upon us, fell like rain
I watched the flames take form, once more and the Phoenix flew again
Completely free from pain

The shameful man now hangs his head and turns to run and hide
The Phoenix never seeking vengeance, over head it glides
Soaring high upon the wind, like an angel of the sky's
The simple sight of this fair bird is forever in my eye's
The bird that never dies






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