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!

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