+ Art of the Phoenix Flower: Phase Six +
I try to understand but can not.
It stares at my soul deeply
And yet I can not deny the facts
That there are inded things that sting.
I have covered things in lies
And made myself believe it
But it strips of the cloak of sadness
And opens me to the reality in it
The Ashes shoots up once again
And into fire it flames and torches
It scorches my skin deeply
With a pain that doesn't seem to heal
I wonder who this might be
And I wonder how long this will last
But its wings flap and the fire burns
As it glides, I hold on fast
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