The Pheniox

She rises from the dust
A pheniox reborn from the ash
Memories held within a soul
Washed clean from tears cried
Baptised in bloode from a battle
Fought within a hungry heart
Left blank as a babes a clean slate
To be filled with passions and dreams
And a breath of new life from heaven
Created by rebirth of her mind
Dirt and ash
Bloode and tears
Creates essance of such beauty
Hard one but worth every beating
Every scar on her body so elagent
Painting a portrait of the woman
She will become