Sitting in the dark

Pitch black dark.

It is cold, lonely,

Sad

There is nothing but myself,

Sitting on the cold concrete.

Suddenly the night is destroyed

By a burning bright light

Followed by the warmth of fire.

The phoenix flies through,

Half human, half bird -

Made up of fire.

I am no longer alone,

This warmth keeps from me the cold,

Ensuring that I feel it’s comfort.

I stand up and reach out to it,

Such a heavenly body,

Although something within tells me

This beautiful body should not be touched

With hands as tainted as mine,

She allowed me to touch her.

She spread her wings

And flapped three times.

Into the sky she soared, leaving a small feeling

Of great warmth within me.

She scorched the sky, leaving the light

To guide me to her home.

“The Phoenix”