Sunday, March 8, 2009

The phoenix

Hot to the touch, Cold to the stare

By permission only you gain entry in her lair

Yields strength divine, beauty enough to blind


This is no ordinary being, no maiden to compare

To reach her takes endless deeds

But don’t despair


Command the wind, may he lend you his speed

Gather will from the demons of the sea

Burn hotter than fire, control the unrestrained desire

Tame the earth, May you muster her strength


And then you may get a chance

To stand before her and entreat


Unless you deceive

For although it seems obvious to foresee

This creature is not as fearsome as you were ought to believe.

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