The Phoenix

Out of the ashes
As the phoenix
I arose!

Above the noise,
Soaring everso higher
Until the sun,
I did touch.

Melted wings:
From birth they were
Twas made to fly.

Stripped of thine own duty
A watchmen, unto my kind
Their delegate I shall be.

For your arrival
Be a mystery
'Er I did say it so

Magnificence
Tis be it so,
Though an utter disaster
Should moor too late

What rowings
Shall I next know,
For unto the styx
You casted me.

A never-ending
Turnabout—
Nauseous I am.

Yet give in, to
These mortal ways
I will not.