Anasyil

The Phoenix

I have fallen once again.

Skies become grey;

my skin in ashes.

Eyes hollow, lips chapped

a fracture ankle,

a torn off wing.

Blood gushed from open wounds,

running down my pale skin,

conjoining itself to

the ashes of my deficiency.

I rise on my feet.

Sparks fly, amber arise,

the scorching flames ignite.

My skin is now clean.

Radiant eyes, glamorous lips

fracture bone is healed.

Torn wing revived,

sorrow vanquished.

My open wounds

now cease to exist.

Take flight!

Blazing wings burn the night.

Come those with spite;

enemies to target the light.

Challenge me as you wish,

strike me at your will,

witness my descending

while applauding my defeat.

You shall experience my rising;

watch me burn the darkness

as I reclaim the skies.

Your hatred is great

but my passion is greater.

Now, challenge me as you wish;

strike me at your will,

but I will always be

the last one standing.