The Phoenix Rebirth

Wearily Forks the phoenix flies
Across the sun setting skies

His feather grayed, his eyes were old
Every inch of him a story was told

He lands at the front of his cave
He knew that this would be his grave

He lay on his bed, a pile of wood
Getting as comfortable as he could

He thought back through the years
All the joy, saddness, laughs and tears

His body was soon encircled by flame
Its flaming tenticles carressed his mane

When his burial ceased, a new life began
A new phoenix was born, Flamsan