Chill

The Phoenix arose anew,
Feet firmly affixed,
In the ashes of her past.

Dusted off each speck,
Scars shimmering,
In the dying embers at her feet.

The phoenix arose anew,
Her fiery aura glowed,
Exuding a ghostly chill-

A chill of her Rage.

phoenix

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