Phoenix Ascending

From fiery ashes, a majestic form arises, A symbol of rebirth, in blazing surprise. With wings outstretched, and eyes that shine like stars, The phoenix soars, leaving mortal fears afar. In fiery splendor, it dances, wild and free, A creature of myth, in a world of fantasy. Its feathers ablaze, like autumn leaves of gold, As it ascends, its spirit begins to unfold. With every beat, its wings ignite the sky, A kaleidoscope of color, as it takes to the high. In its wake, a trail of flames, a path of light, Guiding us through darkness, to a brighter sight. The phoenix rises, a beacon in the night, A reminder of hope, in the face of plight. With every rise, a new tale is spun, Of courage, strength, and the will to be reborn. In its fiery heart, a spark remains, A flame that flickers, with an eternal refrain.