Phoenix Wings

With wings of fire and eyes of ice,

She stands alone in the charcoal night.

Her fingertips are burnt with flame,

And no one dares to speak her name.

Without a sound or whispered word,

She moves about the dark unheard.

Like blood upon a milky moon,

Sleeping in a white cocoon.

Mossy rocks beneath her mutter,

Petrified by words she utters.

Ashes like a silver snow,

Smothering the earth below.

Bending trees before her rage,

Trapped inside a golden cage.

Like a phoenix, fiery red,

Born again before you're dead.

Crimson tears fall from the sky,

As the stars begin to cry.

Shadows

One night I walked a shadowy path,
Along a lonesome road.
The trees were bent with weariness,
Plants were still as stone.
The ground lay silent in my wake,
Moonlight cold as bone.
Deep into the earth I sank,
In search of secret solitude.
Clouds of gray, like drifting ghosts,
Up and skyward bound.
With a lilting melody,
Only then could she be found.
Then from the heaven poured acid rain,
Upon a desolate land.
From the fields of wheat she rose,
A star clutched in her hand.
Then slowly, she looked down on me,
And there my dance began.