The Phoenix

A lonely girl stumbles upon a fire ring
Exiled from her home she seeks other warmth
She sets the site with tender care
And when she lights it, an ember flares

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

Fallen from grace the girl sits closer
The ember speaks through gusts of wind
The ember grows to a flame
The girl caressed by its warmth

The soft warmth enthralls her
The soothing light draws her near
The girl feeds the flame more wood
The girl’s sweet words fan the flame

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

The ember grows to a flame
The flame grows to a fire
The fire grows to a maelstrom
The maelstrom grows to an inferno

The inferno devours the forest
The passion consumes the lands
Want grows in a fiery frenzy
Lust and love clash in conflagration

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

The girl is scared, she got too close
The house doors open, she rushes inside
Not looking back, she shuts the doors
She sits by the window, warmed again by the house

The fire grows, the heat mutates
Tender warmth grows to anger
The fire splits in two
From the blazes, the phoenixes arise

The phoenixes battle in throes of passion
One, a creature of love and caring
The other, a beast of ire and desire
The girl looks on from the window

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

The screams of agony ring throughout
The fiery birds make lands shake
Feathers of flames thrash about
The beaks bite, the claws tear
The girl looks on from the window

A single being split
A single feeling shunned
A single passion torn
The forests blacken with loss of life
The girl looks on from the window

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

From the sky, the birds fall
A low guttural cry is heard
The birds dissolve, turn to ashes
All that remains is a crushed spirit
The girl looks on from the window

With every gaze, the tinder’s set
With every touch, the flint is struck
With every word, the flame is fanned

With every glare, the fire quivers
With every scream, the flames are doused
With your leave, spirit’s quenched
The passion, the life, the fire, dies