As the phoenix rose from the ashes
I shall rise from the pain of defeat
My enemy's will shield their eyes
As I soar through the skies on ember wings
My heart will renew and burn away all wounds.
As the siren sings her melodic tune
I shall sing to the heavens
Though my voice rough and brittle
And as sailors look at me with glaring eyes
A smile shall form across my features at my own wit.
There shall be times when I are my fangs like cerberus
Guarding my wounded heart from the threats lurking
Though this may frighten off friends as well
I know they shall come running back
Healing my heart once more and opening another mythical door.
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