Princess Phoenix

This is the life story of one of my characters, named ZaoLa. It is epic long. I hope you read all of it. x'D ~Aura

Her pitch black hair streamed behind her
Like the waves of a charcoal sea
And her long orange dress
Hung around her ankles
But her elegant, shining eyes
The same color as her hair
Stared fixatedly over her Kingdom
Or soon to be
And she was not happy
Because this Kingdom was not hers

Rolling fields of greens
Flowers the greatest ruby red
And the most brilliant of yellows
Trees taller than buildings by miles
Their branches hanging protectively
Over the inhabitants
The Sun ever shining
It’s light bouncing off the flowers
Creating a naturally beautiful fire
She wished to touch
To smell, hear, feel, taste
But she could not
Through no fault of her own
But through the fault of her stars
The stars that brought her into existence
Those guardians over her, the King and Queen
Didn’t allow her to step beyond the walls
“She was to remain pure.”

And this stirred the fire in her
The Princess rebelled
She did not want to be a Princess
But this castle was her place
The only one she knew
And she could find no way to leave
So she went exploring
Hoping to cast her mind away from everything

This castle is tremendous
The biggest structure in all her Kingdom
Though small compared to other castles
And through this she wandered
The marble walls
Stereotypically ashen
Along with the carpets
The same crimson and gold
As the flowers gracing the fields beyond
The door arched high over her head
In a fancy Roman design
Carved with mythical creatures of every descent
With the Phoenix at the very top
The landmark of this country
This Country of Fire

But she bypassed all this most of the time
Her attention was elsewhere
In the dismal dungeons
Smelling of blood
And painted the same color
The walls a cheep dark stone
The floor dirty and infested carpet
Up until the cells
Which stood bare floored
With wrought-iron bars stronger than most

She examined these carefully
For she was drawn to them oddly
And once she found a lighter
Shiny silver emblazoned
With a carving painted maroon
Of a Phoenix
With this she got it
Into her head
She would end her own life
Because Hell is more colorful than this

So she burnt through her own heart with the lighter
Torturing herself but not giving in
Until she was dead
Until her heart was ash
Her lungs were coal
Her blood was ember

But this was a quick victory
For not an hour later
The guard came habitually
And as soon as he was in the room
And stirred her body
The ash of her heart rose in a swirl
And she was reborn anew
The guard screamed of course
The King and Queen were called to court
Where her fate would finally be decided

As they spoke of her death
And of her rebirth
Of course she was happier than ever
She had seen the other world
In an array of colors
And if only for a brief second
She smelt the perfume
Of Heaven
And now her fate didn’t matter
Because she had been there and back
And her life now held some sort of meaning
Because that God she hardly believed in
Had allowed her to come back

As she was thinking of rainbow gates
Her fate was decided
The King and Queen were vicious
On their only child
For they were greedy
And wanted only her miraculous immortality
They bound and torched her
Until she died again
And was born again
It was then she was banished
For she never spoke a word
Only laughed as the flames licked her body
They branded her with the mark of the Phoenix
The same as on the lighter she still carries with her
And cast her out of the castle
And out of the country

She wished to pause and smell the roses
But this was impossible
She had to get out
Before the guard were on her head

So she grabbed up
Her most loyal servant from the castle
A boy named December
Almost 10 years older than her
And they sailed across the sea
To a place they hoped was better
But whose name their cultured tongues
Could barely wrap around

Anyway they landed
In a place were the green glades were pockmarked
With gravestones
And the city soured high overhead
Much higher than any tree around
Such the opposite of her own country
And she loved it
She picked up the language quite fast
Yet couldn’t lose her heavy accent
She stayed with December
Both of them picked up work
In the gigantic city of dreams

Until a young gang girl
Came up to her one day
And told her to check her lighter
For something new
This new thing was a note
Asking her to join
A selective organization
Managed by one “Empress”
And that sweet young gang girl
Dubbed the “Princess”
Of which she was happy about
She was sick of course
Of being a Princess

She accepted of course
She wanted more spice to her life
And from then on she died plenty more times
Came back each time
And lived as “The Phoenix”

Author's Note

Sorry it was so long. ;_; I had a lot to say about her.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I love the tale you tell about your character in this poem. :) It's full of description and rich imagery that brings the female personality to life.

The one suggestion I would make to have the piece flow a bit smoother and allow it to build more energy is to make sure that the words "And" "But" and "Because" Don't start any of the lines. They are filler words and wouldn't change the integrity of the poem if they were removed.

Overall it's well thought out and certainly allows the Character to Blossom.

Aaron