9 October 2012
A Phoenix dies in flames, And is born in the ashes, An endless cycle, Memories just flashes.
Red solid scales, Eyes of deep blue, Looks of a killer, It could hunt you.
The perfect being, That cannot die, A feral scream, A Phoenix cry.
Dies to the flame, Born to remains A Phoenix bird, Can only create your pains.
Phoenix • Opuss № I