Forlorn and More

Potential symbology for many things

Like a phoenix, I am reborn,
as I rise from the ashes of the world.
No longer forlorn,
as everyone knows their executioner from lore.
As fire reigns, the trees bow down,
and peons desperately flee their penalty;
smitten by a love of death.
Infatuation and obsession at it's worst;
selfish lust still suffers under my pressure.
This war sought pot overflows.
Gloom and euphoria mingle with thunder,
Booming and tearing the earth asunder.
Life sputters it's last breath in grief.
I look around and sigh in relief.
With everything suffering and nothing to love,
only the flames left dying, a terror from above,
forlorn and more I am again.

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[poetgurl]

Life sputters it's last breath in grief.
I look around and sigh in relief.
With everything suffering and nothing to love,
only the flames left dying, a terror from above,
forlorn and more I am again.

I really like this part, love the rhyme scheme as well.
flows really nicely.