Alive in the fire, torn by the war, charred black branches kindle the flame,
never forgiven forgotten or slain, left to an eternity of ice, frost, and pain.
even in the darkness, a short beam of hope, as eternities pass in the span of a moment
so burn the forest, down to the ground, let the pheonix soar above the char-coloured ground
golden wings torn into feathers, eyes of the storm, and the claws of the tempest.
alive in the ashes, torn by the greif, charred black remains, all that's left to speak,
no more to be hopeful, happy or strong, left as a shadow of a past war fought wrong
left as a shadow of breif pheonix song...
