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The Phoenix

Contributed by Morgo on Wednesday, 4th May 2011 @ 11:24:32 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

'Please stop the crying, Father.'
Do trust me, Im okay.
Its just.. were edging closer
to that dreaded final day.

'You cry for mother, Father?'
I see her, in my dreams.
Yet since she left my side
my world is glass, covered in steam.

'Come play catch with me, Father.
Theres still plenty of light.'
I would not have you taken
if they came searching for fights.

My son looked to his feet,
his features riddled with despair.
I smiled, and grabbed the tennis ball,
and stroked his golden hair.

And as the ball flew back and forth,
we shared a simple joy.
I saw that there was hope
within the spirit of the boy.

That night the wind was cold,
as we finished our provisions.
I had to ask my son
about his cheerful disposition:

'I read about a Phoenix,
and the fire it creates,
when its life comes to an end,
and its ancient mind deflates.
It sets itself to ashes
in a pile upon the ground,
and leaves no other memory
save that solitary mound.
But from the dust of ruin
comes a shrill, defiant cry,
as the Phoenix resurrects
and spreads its scarlet wings to fly.'

'And so my dearest father,
are you now able to see?
As the Phoenix rises from the dust,
some happy day, might we.'

I looked upon the dying plains,
the fields of genocide.
My son was more a man than I,
I shed a tear of pride.

Copyright © Morgo ... [ 2011-05-04 11:24:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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