Crafted out of ashes,
Sleek, grey and alluring
Shades of ebony and white
Long and strong
Swift and agile
Tampered with fire
And baptized by embers
Her claws were still burning
While her plummet was being modeled
Fiery golden eyes brimmed with purple patience
Nothingness of past lives had wizened her...
As the wind romanced and cajoled her virgin plumage
To lift off and soar in the skies
Her world, her ambit and her destiny
One final look
Out of the smoke and into the heavens
There she flew
Pulsating with heat
Her newly molten bones
Hallowed with energy
Clutched the winds
And thrust upon the skies
Her wings dusted with ashes...
One ultimate screech of victory
Over the mountains, over the plains
Over the seas, over the lakes
Conquering fears and complexes
Vanquishing doubts and piercing through convictions
She did what she knew best
She flew and she flew
Till memories of her burning self were extinguished
One moment she saw the
The other moment she plunged
To drown the memories of lifetimes....
She rose to meet a new destiny
She soared and glided past elevated truths
She transcended the spheres of knowledge
She gained what she lost
And lost what she gained
An arduous journey she took...
She flew and she flew
Till she smelt the familiar
The real and the certain
Her plumage caught fire
Mid flight again
Death caught up with her
Burning and flying
Flying and burning
She flapped incessantly
Hoping to make it
Make it to the Baikal
She wanted to live
She wanted to extinguish the fire
Burning within her soul
Strange are the desires of the soul
To burn and be born
To be born to burn
The flame scorching her heart
Had other desires
Slowly scattering ashes
A being was being unmade
Bit by bit losing herself
Ego and all
She was burning
Burning bright
And flying right
Through her death
Her golden eyes
Reflected the deep Baikal
Now calm as the blues of Baikal
The purple passion faded out
Till the orange hues licked them
Slowly circling the mammoth lake
Scattering ashes she fell from the skies
Like a comet or a star maybe
But content that she won’t be born again
For the winds and water had devoured her past
Remnants of all her deeds and lifetimes
She made it
She broke the curse...
Of the phoenix....
To be born again out of ashes....
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