Fiery Phoenix's, Flight. Poem by Michael Gale

It was just a few altering words thrown together in a pile....
Like the ashes in the pyre, no known style.
Out of the ashes flight takes form...
Far from the ordinary, norm this storm.

The Phoenix flames a-fired.
from all evil, Satan's sired.
To brave the fire's fashion, whilst in tow....
Nothing remembered, not I know.

Time to forget, all that hurt....
Not even the most honored,
and ired curt.
Belay all the angered desire....
It be time to extinguish
the unquenchable fire.

Look up way up high...
Thy fiery bird, that hath
once to die.