THE PHOENIX
The Phoenix
O’ be thy great Phoenix
Who was once created by thee,
Who granted him
The gift of immortality.
He flies in the sky
Along with the moon and the stars,
Then he sweeps down below
And sees the bright flowers.
For those who seek the phoenix
Here and there,
Wrong must be they
For we say beware.
It’s fiery eyes glowing
As it sings it’s great songs,
But to its immortal clan
It greatly belongs.
For those who search for it
They will be a reminder of your doom,
For it pounces on you
Just as it suddenly looms.
For those who make it as a pet
Beware forswear,
For its thoughts may have been muddled
But you cannot truly swear.
Farewell, great phoenix
Thy burst into flames,
But reborn again
To play its great games.