Rising from the ashes
They see a blazing phoenix in me
Rising from the ashes,
My colours pull their strings
Thriving them closer to me.
Yet they steer apart from me
Like clouds in a clear sky
They have felt the burning power
Searing through my flesh
I rage blue, violet.. red
My origin is death ...ashes
Still, the sword was never
Formed without the heat
Without the chisel
Never was it a graceful kill
They will always see the strength in me
Look as the pearls of my fire burn stark
Forever, they missed
As arose a new life
I was left
A little more burnt out
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