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A Phoenix


I knelt before the queen

Gazed at her face

A serpent crown framed

Straight black hair

Large kohl eyes

Thick bands of gold

Around her neck and wrists

A tunic of white

Softly fell 


Her arms reached out

Towards me

Hands together

Palms cupping

A gleaming white orb

A perfect sphere


What is it?

I asked

It is a gift

She said

For you


Breaking into two

The orb opened

Down the middle

Perfect halves

From them a bird arose

Slim, long wispy feathers

Silver, shimmering

Small enough to hold


What is it?

I asked

It is your freedom

She said

And your future


To forever

Rise again

And fly

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