The Phoenix
From
A golden bird born of the shame
From
Arising robed in majesty
Light pours forth from her eye
That turns East to a city, and off she flies
To a city on a hill where she rebuilds her nest
After centuries of journey and test
Her song revives the ashes of the dead
And fills armies of sin with dread
And as she rises up in flight
Her wings bear up the lost with might
And from her heart a spark of light
Banishes a long-lived night.
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