| Firebird |
| 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 nothing’s left of her But dust and memories Until again she grows and rises From the ashes to dance in the canopies. |
| RATE ME!!! |
| 2.0 stars |
| 2.5 stars |
| 4.0 stars |
| 4.5 stars |
| 5.0 stars |
| 1.0 stars |
| 1.5 stars |
| 3.0 stars |
| 3.5 stars |
| 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. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|