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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