The Wild Soul

The Phoenix

In these flickering eyes

Reflects the flame

Of the burning hell

That from whence I came

I cannot look back now,

Lest I should fall

To a sacred cow

To Egypt's pitfall

I rose from the ashes

And fled Egypt

This flame in my soul

A telling agent

Of the cruel, burning past

In which hope sparked

When nothing but ash

Befell a fickle heart

Out of this soot rose I,

A Phoenix gold

From the ash and blight

Upward behold

The wide open heavens

And fresh cool winds

To me did beckon

From my worldly sin

Arise oh, Phoenix, and don't look back

To glory, in love, burst from the black

-Morgan C. Hicks