Fire

Posted by Dyranth Silverstream on September 06, 1996 at 15:55:16:
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"THE FIRES WITHIN"
(I hope you like my meager attempt at poetry.)


Sea-shores melt into the sea
Like molten land, new-born
Within the fire, crackle-ly
Wooden fuel, forlorn.

.... The time has come to clear the ashes
.... Made of hopes doomed to die
.... And light a spark inside that flashes--
.... Let your pheonix free to fly.

Tragedy can bend or break
The iron of your soul
Like the folds, for sword's sake
For a better whole.

.... So time has come to clear the ashes
.... Formed of dreams left to die
.... And light the spark inside that flashes--
.... Let your pheonix free to fly.

Pheonix, 'tis said, do arise
From the pyre's ashes cold
Upon which it freely lies
Five-hundred years old.

.... The time has come to clear the ashes
.... Abandoned here to lie
.... And light the spark inside that flashes--
.... To let your pheonix reach the sky.

By Dyranth Silverstream

Copywrite July 12, 1996