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.

jan3601Phoenix • Opuss № I