Poor little dove,burnt to a cinder
Many wondered if the ashes would form
into a Phoenix of Legend
Or something dark that would seek
retribution Striking out at all those
whom have done it wrong
With the stars dimming in the heavens
and the pale gold and apricot of the "Zarah"
~^Coming of Dawn^~
She rose from the ashes of chaos "Voleta"
~^Veiled One^~
