From My Bones and Being

Phoenix Rising

Cruelty, cunning, and greed,

Your true face hidden

under a cloak.

You are deceitful as swirling smoke.

Control the wicked in your spell.

Hags come attending when you ring your servant

call bell.

You have kept me in a cage.

I've waited so long to escape.

No one to help me for they fear, simple people only mere.

My flight prepared,

My wings I pray, are strong enough to make

my own way.

I'll build my nest and Help others out of you dangerous grasp.

Your talens grab and people bleed.

You want complete slavery, never to be freed.

You have found my tree of life.

Where my home lies.

In branches reaching to heaven like a dream,

that ran away from your evil schemes.

Your torch you leave on the ground burning,

Smoke all around.

Then the trunk is on fire.

I'm burning like a martyr.

My tree, my nest, My life are gone.

In your wicked story, I'm not even a song.

But Gods grace will Shine in resurrection. And lightning

and thunder clashes.

I will be your nightmare coming from the ashes.

The phoenix rising to the sky.

You can't run prepare to die.              

                                                                  Rene' Kent