Red-gold magma spews from your eyes,
it seems to heal like nothing else can.
I'm falling;
you wrap your claws around my tender skull.
I cry out, not in pain, but in torment.
What have I done, majestic one?
Your ashes tell it all.
You are reborn.
Reborn; just to be hurt again.
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
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Comments
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A strongly-worded poem with an excellent last line.
Good work,
Bill
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Amazing!
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Love it, read it twice. The last line is fanominal,
Reborn; just to be hurt again.
I like your style and your choice of words. I read this through several times. Its short but very wel writen. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. -
Very Well Done! The call for help is very well defined if not said in words. Keep up the Great Work and Good luck in the contest.
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I love it!
This was exquisite!
I especially love the use of the word "majestic" and how you seem to feel somewhat responsible and even guilty for the demise of the phoenix, yet you watch its rebirth.
Also, I like how you mention a healing quality of the fiery eyes of the phoenix.
A wonderful write. I like the style, the content, especially the brevity.
Thank you for this awesome entry!
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