As a phoenix rises though it's ashes.
It becomes more, learning it's true power.
Spreading it's wings for the first time.
In a fury of red flames.
It takes flight and soars.
The power within bursting forth.
Like the blazing sun.
Defying all that is known.
Fire and magic becoming as one.
Being reborn and restored.
Stronger then anything.
Dedicated to my dear friend and fellow living vampire, Hellen Schweizer.
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The Pain of Love and The Joy of Death Books 1-2
PoesiaAfter many years of writing I bring you a Collection of Gothic Poems.
