O that noble bird Whose feathers Are collected in the light, Shall be set aflame By the torches of the order, And, those ashes scattered By dark winds across the land. Yet behold, The quickening breath Shall gather the ashes together again, And, from them Shall arise that brilliant fiery bird Whose faith is like unto the ancients. So too, Shall the glow of each feather Illuminate the skies, And open up the heavens For the ascension Of the Phoenix rising. 5-27-06
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