Phoenix

Flying so high,
Up in the sky,
Existing for
A day. I die.

I burst into
Flames ashes to
Dust to egg and
Life, night and day.

A monotone,
I ease to drone,
On and on again.
 *        *           *

Majestic beauty,
I ponder the words,
As I look at you,

You have grace, fortune,
And love from the world,
You embody pride...

Itself all alone,
Can never compare,
Young Pheonix Wise and...

Best.



Pheonix's or Pheonixi are different depending on the mythology you look at, but all share common traits and characteristics. I wrote these poems thinking about the different Ideas you can find looking from different directions, and combined them into one that not only introduces both aspects of reality but seperate stylations of poetic art. I really hope people pay attention to this one and tommorows poem, for they have much do with the very fabric of EN itself.

"There are those who see one thing and think another, Then there are those who see two things and think of one, Last there are those insane people who see everything, but take sides, but who do you want to be?"

ISA