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Poetry

Phoenix: The Bird of Wind and Ash - written by Orlinanth


Eyes of Fire, Body of Flame / death by burning tis all the same. / Scorching heat, deadly flame Thine pain tis / too great to name The hot flames destroy / ye body of the great bird. Yon careless humans / hoped it ne'er return From ye ash the / great bird arises, seeking its swift and horrid / revenge on those who hath dared to attack and / slay him. His feathers, the colour of the fire/ that hath slain him. His magnificent claws be / the colour of the ash of his home. His great beak / be the colour of the smoke of the violent / fires that slain him. His eyes be the colour / of fallen blood of despaired during thy fight for thine / life and thy family. Ye hunts far an' near to / find the naives who be the ones who hath slain him / an' his kith. Thy long memory never rests til the evil hath / been destroyed an' thou hath been freed of thy / pain caused by ye demise. He whilst ne'er harm children / only to teach the respect of all life of their world / including the life o' the Mighty Phoenix : The Great Bird of Fire and Ash.


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