Watching it die is painful
Its cry pierces through all that hear it
Turning away is disdainful
Though it is best not to be near it
The light erupts and is blinding
The pain is felt and known
The moment is scarred and winding
The memory lingers, not shown
The fire burns with an intense heat
Hotter than when it was alive
The scorching marks left on the street
Were indicative of its dive
Just minutes after the cries of pain
The majestic creature withers away
Until only ashes remain
A reminder of the loss that day
Yet those ashes do not rest
For they begin to stir
First they form a welcoming nest
And then, the unhatched bird
A mythical nest and a mythical egg
Resting in an unlikely place
To everyone, the witness does beg
To leave the egg and save face
The phoenix died today
But also was reborn
And finally the people say
They are less forlorn
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoesieNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
