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The immolation- Poem

Updated: Oct 22, 2023

The Phoenix

is the purest symbol of radiance:

Unwavering in its flight,

Always above the clouds,

Its luminosity intense as lightning,


Listen—it shrieks!

Suspended in the sky,

a combustion consumes

the centuries of fire in each feather,

a profane discoloration withers its wings.


Once a miracle of crimson,

now mere embers cling to its breast,

and it vanishes in a

cloud of ash

that descends

and collects in a pile

under an incoming storm cloud.


Damp, cold, midnight cinders

bury its trifling remains

like a cocoon.

Under the weight of darkness,

removed of its light,

unable to see,

its brittle bones and beak

reconstruct its skeleton.


Winter comes and freezes

the pile of Phoenix ashes.


Then spring sees a shuffle

among the smoky powder.


Then comes summer.


And with a small spark,

FIRE CATCHES!

the Phoenix rises, rebirthed

in mythological splendor!

It pierces the sky in

its legendary course!

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