Part 1:
The Destiny of the Phoenix.
The Phoenix rises
High above the burning ashes.
She leaves behind her
The last remnants of endless sleep.
The great Phoenix soars
Trailing a wake of blood red hues
And deep cinnebar
Igniting the morning sunrise.
The brave Phoenix sings
Embracing the hard winds of change
Sweetly calling out
From five hundred years of silence.
The Phoenix senses
It is now time to release
Synergy and fire
On these dark and forsaken lands.
The Phoenix carries
The great truths that man has lost.
In her heart she knows
This sacrifice is her destiny.
Part 2:
The Sacrifice of the Phoenix.
For....................
She must die to be reborn.
She must dream a million dreams.
She had to wait five hundred years
Before her fire could be unleashed.
Than, at that one perfect moment
To fulfill her sole destiny
To now awaken the goodness
In the lost children of Gaia.
But.....................
Will humankind be so willing
To set aside their evil ways
Long enough to feel this rebirth
As she rises from the ashes
In all her splendour and glory
Lighting every dark corner
Of these chaotic minds and hearts?
Would they understand her beauty?
Or.......................
Would they look the other way
Leaving her to die one more time
For another five hundred years?
Should mankind be given a chance
To feel the rays of the Firebird,
To understand the sacrifice?
Or will the Phoenix rise again
When Gaia's children care no more?
05/09/02
Amy Riberdy
this poem is
one of my favorites to read
A beautifully worded piece that calls perhaps, for the hope of the cycle of life of birth, death, rebirth and so on. It is the sorrow of the loss in death and the cleansing of the spirit in the period of transition that may give the Phoenix its dreams, sleep and power to then rise again from the ashes and rekindle the fire within. I only know briefly of the legend of the Phoenix, but I too, like many of us have had to dust off and start again.
A strong piece.
Richard.E.