The Cycle of the Flame
Ashes.
Children cry and wise men mourn-
but they do not know that it is my nature to rise from what is lost.
So listen to the tales of the wise woman
and hearken to the sage.
They have heard my dying cry
and have seen me rise anew.
Flame.
Luminescent and unforgiving,
it cradles me to fiery sleep and
wakens me with its piercing call.
The flames have consumed me before,
and each time I rise from the living heat.
I am the Firebird;
the Phoenix
and I will sing forever.
by Caithlin Fiennes
