Phoenix

With plumes of solid gold and ruby eyes
The bright shimmering radiance explodes
He takes his flight and embraces the skies
And rests upon ethereal abodes

Those massive wings unleash the Light of Stars
The rainbow hides in shame, Auroras flee
Apollo's chariot, armour of Mars
Are rivaled by his supreme majesty

Mellifluous his voice and deep his tune
Enigmatic and enchanting the lay
His tears fall upon man as a boon
All ailments healed and all pain washed away

He is consumed by flame, the Phoenix dies
But conquers death and once more conquers skies

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so powerfully revealed, the eternal scope and vast expanse of your words takes us across time and space. You fill this with the richest myth and legend, and make us believe that ashes can come alive again. Wondrous!

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I love the story of the phoenix, and you captured it well in this poem.