Licking at the softest surface
And past the shiny places,
Burning all the known dimensions
And smoothing out the spaces.
Lifting dust into the air
And thick clouds of gray,
As the wind rises in the distance
Just to blow it all away.

Screaming whilst turning to rubble,
The nothingness, serene;
Bubbling down to a void of ashes
And the worlds to walk between.
For a moment nothingís left of her
But dust and memories
Until again she grows and rises
From the ashes to dance in the canopies.
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This piece was created December 2, 2002 and describes the most noble of creatures - the Phoenix.  Said to have been gold and red, the Phoenix dies a death of fire and rises from her ashes.
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