Phoenix Rising

Cracks appear over a vermillion egg
Intense heat radiates from its deep fissures
With a high chirp the creature is born
Among the heated gravel, ember and thorn

The beast quickly takes wing with a blaze of glory
Raining upon humanity her incandescent fury
Setting ablaze all that man has foolishly created
One life inadequate to keep her anger sated.

The aviatrix ruffles her aged crimson feathers
To this mortal world she has no meaningful tether
We have failed her in this lifetime, once again repulsed
In a burst of iridescent flames she is engulfed

Brilliant fire surrounds her scarlet frame
As she crumbles into ash, wings aflame
From the cinder she will once more be reborn
To continue this cycle of fanatical scorn.

An Unkindness of Ravens

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Perched upon the branch of an elder oak,
Eyes brimming with hunger, ebony cloak
Talons sharp, a blood stained jaw,
Eerily beautiful but with many a flaw.

Wings of black, known to be nefarious
Whoever thought this to be all, must be delirious
Mustn’t judge a book by its tainted cover
Although dark, a brighter personality you may uncover.

Widely reputed for its malicious behavior,
And famous for its merciless demeanor.
But in those void less eyes of oblivion,
Traces of wisdom seek dominion.

Intellect and madness are both one handed
Words of insight not to be demanded
An endless swirl of a dual personality
All mixed up in a single feathered entity

These beasts of onyx despise cowards
Only to the brave, knowledge it shall pass onwards
Approach the deity only if you are not craven
For you might have to face an Unkindness of Ravens.