Phoenix Rising

A spirit rose from the beacon of fire

Made from the ashes of a dying age,

Upon the prayer of weary herdsmen

In hope of succus green pasture.

A half man half beast rises

With a neck as venomous as a snake,

A hard aged tortoise back

And with a fish's slippery golden tail,

A mighty phoenix, bird of fire, was its name

Scurrying from creation's molten well,

He brought the light, the sun, the

Moon and the stars,

He reigned till the power was ours.

His crown is wise as the silence in the sky's night

His eyes golden like a high sun mounting across land,

And a back that shines like the silver of the moon

His wings lift and flow through air as

Sweetly as each of the four winds

His feet are as hard and constant as the rock

That formed the blessèd earth

His tail is coloured like the nine planets

That shine like jewels in the starlit night

All elements he encompasses, for he is

To stand at the pivot of time and keep balance

On the mighty swinging scales of mortal spirit

Neither sinner nor saint, he would watch with an open eye

But to off ward the snake of Eden's deadly bite was his

True intention.

When the earthly plea for help was heard,

He went forth to drive off devils from the tight clutch

That squeezes till death the hearty blood

Of the ones who have strayed from the true path.

It was my commission to rid earth's people

From evil notion; lust that itches and stings,

Greed that leads to cold hearts that are left locked

And drive to power that takes pleasure in the sight

Of putting man to man, head to head, grasping

For the sole piece of earth that has long been poisoned,

In an arena called life that is now in such a state

Without foundation

Phoenix Homeopathy