Phoenix
Flaming feathers and healing tears,
Golden tails and magic songs,
The Phoenix is the bird that reduces all fears,
And is found in Egyptian tombs, Indian mountains, and Chinese gongs.
It never meets death, it just bursts into fire,
And rises from its ashes to start another life.
This noble bird will never serve a thief or a liar,
Or one who slaughters others, by hand or a knife.
Scarlet blurs dive through the sky,
And soothing notes they’re singing.
More fantastic creatures take wing and fly,
As they hear the red bird’s ringing.
Dark souls and Dark Lords flee,
The hunters are now struck by fear,
As the legendary swan-like creature comes to subdue thee,
With it’s beautiful figure drawing near.
Graceful birds, the Phoenixes are,
But don’t be fooled by what you see,
They can lift heavy loads and deliver them far,
That can include both you and me.
Loyal pets and magnificent creatures,
Beady eyes and herbs as prey.
Red feathers and golden features,
Spread relief throughout the day.
And when the animal rests on its favorite tree limb,
Or cage, or bedpost, or mountain peak,
It sleeps on it claws, both sharp and nimb,
Always strong and never weak.
Even thought it never will kill,
Phoenixes have their own mind,
And control their own will.
So a few scratches may leave an assaulter blind.
Flaming feathers and healing tears,
Golden tails and magic songs,
The Phoenix is the bird the reduces all fears,
And is found in Egyptian tombs, Indian Mountains, and Chinese gongs.
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