Chronicles of the Phoenix: Part 4
"Half of Whole"
This single being; half of the sign,
The symbol of love. Contrasted to the dying.
Through Phoenix Fire, we all feel love.
Protected from the Crow Shade, we rise above.
Watching overhead, he sees when we fall.
Catching us always from the crow's dark call.
She is pain's embodiment. She cannot feel the light.
Always giving up, she never knows when to fight.
The Crow Shade beguiles us to bend until we break.
Against every law of heart. To fly above in hate.
It is the darkest call our hearts shall ever receive.
For the Crow Shade was devised solely to deceive.
Merely half of whole, neither has full strength.
The ebb and flow of recurring tides is here to make us great.
This single being; half of the sign,
The symbol of love. Contrasted to the dying.
Through Phoenix Fire, we all feel love.
Protected from the Crow Shade, we rise above.
Watching overhead, he sees when we fall.
Catching us always from the crow's dark call.
She is pain's embodiment. She cannot feel the light.
Always giving up, she never knows when to fight.
The Crow Shade beguiles us to bend until we break.
Against every law of heart. To fly above in hate.
It is the darkest call our hearts shall ever receive.
For the Crow Shade was devised solely to deceive.
Merely half of whole, neither has full strength.
The ebb and flow of recurring tides is here to make us great.