Bryanoconnor

Daybreak floats by, Darkness covers the moors once more, The raven rests on the fence restlessly, The phoenix gazes at the dusky sky, Longing to fly, Its flaming feathers flicker, Flashing through the dark ever faster, The raven looks over with contempt, Its feathers drip with blood, Brooding, boiling in its anger, Soon it will strike, Furiously, Without mercy, For the phoneix is forever burning, Its ashes will be blown by the wind, Past the darkened moor once more.