The Pheonix's Final Flight
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Dark rain cascaded down, but through the stale weather
Shone the intricate detail of this bird's tail feather's
Potraid in tales of legend as eagle-like .. a 'Flying Sword'
Head bravely adorned with a crest, & pennach finely wrought
Which implied of course, the bird had reached retirement age
So he began building a nest in which he'd face life's final stage
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Delivering a fine display, as he glided past kids
Wings stretched to Showcase his aerial dynamics
Rapidly changing direction, switchin' prose as he climbed
His wing's of blazing gold an amazing ode to the sky
But short of time, he collected sticks and worked fast
to build himself a new home, alone on a perched branch
An alert stance in his posture as he turned toward the sun
Yet he refused to leave the forest until his work was done
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They learn when young to fend for themselves in rough patches
No parents, as their raised from their flesh and blood's ashes
The pheonix strong passion just wont allow him to quit & ..
He found it within himself to stick at it 'til he was finished
Twigs twisted into Formation as he fumbled and probed
Until the end result was some what of a humble abode
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Trouble was Closing in, see unknown to his Knowledge
Within the heart of the forest, an inferno had started
The phoenix stared from its nest through his eyes of red
Realising he'd met a dire end, as the fire spread
.. As the flickering flames rose, he was certain of death ..
Consumed by the amber heatwave now burning his flesh
With one final nervous breath, he released a violent screech
That echoed throughout the forest; fading w. the silent breeze
The last of a dying breed, but know that he smiles at night
Down from above, as children read:
"The Pheonix's Final Flight"