The Frost Phoenix
Mild summers cast aside
Warm ripples of air, raspy and dry
Sky crystals begin to form
The haunting of aria crawled in,
Like creatures in the dark calling.
The lament of the Ice Phoenix cried out loud
Mourning for a loss, it sways in the sky
Looking for her child, not able to hear its cry.
Grief can be changed to anger and darkness,
The bird has been altered from its once roaring flames.
Eyes now a pitch black, its feathers are dead blue
It can never find its way back from
The darkness it fell through
Beware the creature that lies in the dark.
If you fell into the darkness,
The monster will create your despair
And try and destroy what you hold dear.
In the darkness, the Hope and Whisper
Is only a strand, so don’t let it whither.
Once it’s gone, you are no longer there
But shifted into what you most fear.
You will find yourself always-staring clear,
Trying to run in terror tormented by a demonic mirror.
Powerless to breakout for the remnant of your mortality,
As you hark the Ice Phoenix cackling.
~uni200192 =D
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