The majestic phoenix inside
Is but a frail thing,
It can succumb to old age
And wither away to nothing.
As long as it resides within
It shines with fiery intensity,
Bestows a light of warmth
And bequeaths mercy.
But if fate cloaks the phoenix
In a shroud of shadows,
Is forgotten or left alone,
Its ashes become a sea of sorrows.
With a single word or simple stare
The phoenix can be annihilated -
With a single word or simple stare
The phoenix can be reignited.
It can go missing but never lost,
It can grow dark but never cold,
Hopes and dreams keep the ashes ready
For you to return and break the mold.
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