Inferno's Rebirth

In fiery splendor, the phoenix rises, a creature of myth and flame, Born from ashes, it takes flight, a dance of fiery wings and fame. With every beat, it spreads its blaze, a warm ember in the cold, A symbol of hope, in darkness told, where shadows dare not grow old. It stands as testament to strength, a will to rise anew, From embers cold, to fiery youth, where passion is the clue. In fiery hues, it paints the wall, a mural of defiant might, A call to rise, to burn, to stand, in the light of inner sight. The phoenix cries, a sound of fire, a roar that shakes the ground, A challenge to the status quo, a call to rise, to be unbound. In its fierce gaze, we see our own, potential to rise, to shine, To burn away the old, to make the new, to be divine. The phoenix is a symbol of our inner strength, our will to be, A reminder that we too can rise, from the ashes, wild and free.