phoenixwings

Burning branch to light the way eternally guarding night from day. Noble soul and graceful heart never to be torn apart. Born of ashes into fire your life doomed to be eternal pyre. The freedom of sky at your claws never fearing the dragons jaws. Protecting beauty love and life from the worlds hatred cruelty and strife. Your feathers burn with hells own heat but still so gently do they beat. Kindness fury joy and sorrow your curse is the wish of tomorrow. Weapon of gods and savior of men may your beak guide me again and again.