The Pohenix Falls

When twilight comes the ground will break, and through the cracks fire will burn, while the skies cry their tears, blood will fall upon the ground. The earth will quake in suffering and the elements will groan in pain. The waves of the sea are dyed black as the moon’s light fades off the crumbling life. And they’ll say the sky is finally falling. Pounding hearts will fade into nothingness, and the darkness will somehow fade to light. The fire has overtaken the skies and lights up the dead. From ashes and from fire life is born at last. The Phoenix has fallen from heaven, and the bird has risen to its stance above the blood drenched ground. And there it stands till the end of time. Watching the grass grow again, and trees below in the soft breeze. The once desolate land for so many millennium transforms into color, and the Phoenix’s tears, once shed upon crimson ground bring a light far greater than the green had ever witnessed.