In the myths and legends
Of ancient lands
Is a tale buried deep
In Time's ageless sands.
A beast of immortality,
Born of the flame.
The eternal Phoenix
Is its mythical name.
Alone in a paradise
Of flower and tree
Great Phoenix reigns
In tranquility.
For a thousand years
The giant bird flies
Leaving a fiery trail
Through the heavenly skies.
At the end of its reign
As death draws nigh
Phoenix turns to Phoenicia,
And takes to the sky.
In the tallest palm tree,
Phoenix builds a nest
Of spice and herb
For its deathly rest.
As dawn approaches
The dying Phoenix sings
And Sun God halts
In the dawn that He brings.
Time stands still
As the nest takes spark
The mournful cries carried
Away by the dark.
The ashes still smolder
As dawn touches East.
Giving birth from death
To a beautiful beast.
The flames flow to feathers
Of fiery gold and red.
As the reborn Phoenix
Rises up from the dead.
With its nest, the old pyre,
Clutched in its claws
The new Pheonix takes flight
Without further pause.
To Aeliopolis-
City of the Sun
The great bird of flame
Leads the flocks as one.
The hawk with the sparrow,
The eagle with the dove,
All flying in harmony,
In trust and love.
On to the temple
Where Phoenix comes to rest
Upon the Sun's altar
To lay its nest.
Once more Phoenix arises
With the flocks to take flight
To the distant paradise
Hidden by the Sun's light.
In this beautiful Eden
A thousand years Phoenix will reign.
Until the death song calls
For flight once again.
And so destiny repeats
As the ages fly by
The promise of eternity
Heard in the Phoenix's cry.

... Moone

Copyright © Dwareniel Moone