The Phoenix's Diary

The Flight of the Phoenix

After the dark hours of the fight

Victory seems nowhere in sight

Darkness is holding grasp on his breath

Truth is losing all his faith

The mystic bird then sings the song

That now propels him far along

Giving yourself to see a smile

Isn't it really worthwhile

The joy on the faces of people you care

Evil can no longer be able to scare

Death gives birth to a new life.

It is the joy of sacrifice

Darkness may now seem to win

But future is not so easily seen

Out of ashes arises a newborn soul

Has got even a bigger role.

After the Rise ...

There is a suprize

As long in the world the evil sticks

There will the flight of The Phoenix.

posted by THEANAGRAMLAW at Tuesday, December 01, 2009

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