By: T.N. Bailey
My unrelenting heart folds delicate figurines that mirror the condensed essence of my soul. A life of old ceases so that the newborn child of embers may rise. Beautiful, gorgeous, frightening, miraculous. None of these trivial adjectives can be suitably attached to the name of this awesome creature. She truly is the wonder of all creation. With her radiant hair drawn back like the velvet curtains of the theater, so that we the audience may view the grand performance those burning amber eyes continuously display. I am afraid to stain the phosphorus lips of this immortal bird of paradise for fear that she would erupt unto endless ashes and flow into the gentle zephyr never to be gazed upon again.
- Title: The Pheonix Rising
- Artist: The Great White Death
- Description: I wrote this about three years ago in my creative writing class in high school so I decided to share it with all of you. At the time, I had a rather complex friendship with a girl who liked very much, but it tore me up inside because I knew I could never really be with her and that if it did happen I would ruin everything we had between us as friends and drive her away. I hope you like it. >.<!!!
- Date: 07/05/2009
- Tags: pheonix rising