The Vipers of Ice, and the Phoenix of Life

One bite, kept being reopened
The words, flood in like rushing waters
It is these words that weaken , setting for the fall

The blood that slipped out of that, first bite
It tempted the whole clan of vipers, and in words they form, to infect
Yet already weakened, and will remain that way, till the end of time, in hell

Those words, in the form of blades,
Once stabbed, transformed, into the snakes
Living chains that entangle, at the same time ice

Venom that devours the warmth
Eating up the passion for life, and reducing to nothing
Nothing but a rotted soul, in a strong flesh, ever so vain,

Rotting quickly, unable to hold or understand a thing
Energy and Will fleeting, nothing remaining for no way to grasps
The regret, the viper’s killing kiss, all on display, visible to any eye daring to glance

Can not hold onto anything, no energy
The blame takes hold, Deeping the tainted wound, now poisoning all
Closing off the heart, blinding the eyes and ears, twisting all onto an attack, final stages

Yet the vipers, cannot stand to it,
Destroyed by it, melting, dying
Nothing more would remain, of the living chains

Passion of life, flame of golden light
Fused with it, the vipers of ice become no more, poison boiling into the abyss
A part of it, the Flame takes hold, incinerating what once was, that which cannot be a part of the Passion

From the Ash, sparks renew, and grow into the Inferno
From the Inferno, wings jutted outward onto the night sky, more and more took form
From the Flame, From the Ash, From the Inferno, It was born and form, The Phoenix of life

Soared high into the night sky, shining luster
Burring bright, beacon in the twilight sky, all to see
Turning the darkness, creating vision from blindness

Responsibility, Importance, Value, Leadership 
Now embodies, as all can see, thus has become the beacon, the light house
Fallen feathers, molted by the trials of life, Burn holes in those, frozen gates of Hell, in frozen Sleep