Title: The Phoenix Author: Margaret Douglas

Well you were my little dear
And I was you pure one
Now you are a terrible stag
And my purity is sullied

We had something precious
Something beautiful and fragile
Something to be treasured
Something to be proud of.

But that something we had
Could not breathe, was smothered,
We sought other roads to preserve it
Yet we ended up killing it.

I grieved for it
i grieved for you
I grieved for me
I grieved for us.

Now it is plunged into darkness
Never to see the light of day again
Never to feel the light of the sun on its face
Forever entombed in our own folly.

But the like the phoenix it may rise
From the ashes of the pyre that
We used to sacrifice it on
To live once more free.

Changed thought like every new phoenix
Not quite as brightly colored as before
Still beautiful, still fragile?
I remains to be seen.

I am free now as you are
We walk along separate paths
Someday we may look up
And see our phoenix flying above.

It remains to be seen

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