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Beneath the smoldering ash
the promise
of renewal did lay,
When the finger of God stirred
what fading
embers remained.
First the head, then all
the rest,
a fowl out
of death's nest did rise,
Radiant and all shiny new,
wings spread
ready for the skies.
Side to side, then straight
ahead
sapphire eyes
have seen it all before,
And with but one mighty
winged clap
the Legend
in us does lift to soar.
Phoenix risen. |