Death and Rebirth: An ode to the phoenix
A poem by Brittany Diana Blessed be thy fiery plumage oh great bird, the holy fowl of fire! Thou art the phoenix, a bird of flames who will soon expire But alas, thy life is not yet over, thy life is reset to become anew To be born, thou willst die, but do not worry little bird of the hue Thy feathers of flame inspire us with thine ethereal beauty indeed To become new again, they wilt and disappear, your time will heed Thou sayest to me, do not cry and do not despair, I will return to ye. Whenever ye shall see a feather of mine, you will see fair beauty. My beauty shall be thy beauty, your beauty, everyone to and fro Fire is life, light, and raw energy concentrated to be ours in tow Your sweet flames will fly again, day and night, dark and light Hail to thee, o sweet phoenix, your eyes are now again so bright! Support BDunicorn on patreon today!