Flight Of The Phoenix

the burning fire deep inside,
a phoenix now reborn to take flight into the sky,
see past the darkness that wished to extinguish the sacred flame of life,
for liquid fire runs in her veins,
melting the very ice from years of betrayal and hatred,
the rage once cutting wounds and oozing its own blackness into a once pure heart, withers away with the renewed light,
for she was the lost warrior dancing to the sounds of the sands of time,
awaiting life to end,
to bring forth another reason to call upon the core of her power,
a power she once thought wasted away
with the utter destruction of her continuous desperate struggle to discover love,
for she fought the demons of her past,
dying close in her arms in of light and dark,
for her sisters she turned her back on the one that would destroy the unity,
bring down the peace of mind she held,
and yet the sacrifice did so much to cause such pain,
a heart beginning to blacken, the phoenix becoming a black fire of death,
the life and light of the world dying away,
hoping to hide forever away from the eyes of her own goddess,
she sought freedom somewhere she was not welcomed
and in disdain broke her own heart and broke all trust bonds,
swearing to never allow someone in again,
now,
now she stands once again,
a call bringing her out of the darkness,
from the cave and silence,
from her own cold exile and solitude,
to stand once again,
to love once again