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Hiding Deep Inside, The Phoenix Shall Arise

Dedicated to My Muse

I
The snow blew fiercely in the wind, damage
to me soul and heart. Home was lost in white.
All was too vague as I tried to find light
in such a storm. My rage was for my stage.
In the near distance a small wooden cage
was what me crisp eyes saw. I arrived right
as the wind found new strength and I saw that
I was in a hut and I had its gage.
Lying down might have helped, but I felt one
more soul. A sage. If I let it rule me,
I would grow. If I refused, we would die.
The wind grew calm outside, and as I watched,
the window showed me the world turning to
bright day. But I was afraid so I slept.

II
I had fallen asleep as the day broke.
At the wonderful height of sleep, I felt
creamy hands pushing me, and I did melt
awake and heard what the angel spoke.
I opened my eyes and felt her old cloak
upon my hardened legs. She could have dealt
me the blows everyone else had. A belt
was what the others used. Stop this cruel joke!
But hate was not in her, or it was veiled
from me numbed eyes. Her holy eyes could see
past me face to me heart. Her eyes were like gold.
I spoke with her and took her hands in mine.
Fire and passion kept us alive that bleak
winter. Though, during nights, we could not speak.

III
Hands held low is how we walked through the spring
time woods. White had gone and green now replaced
the bleak landscape of winter. Had wasted
chances come back ‘round to me? I was her king.
Our pure voices filled the forest. When sing
we did of our undying love, we dared
the world to break apart. And we were scared
as we realized what our true love might bring.
Later that spring, the world lashed out at us.
An unholy fire ripped her young bones. I
wished to help her, but I could only cry.
After the fire was done, I asked to die.
While she burned I had stood still and whole. Why
was she now ashes and I whole? Wretched life!

IV
Smell of ash in me nose and heart so dry
blood was having trouble flowing through veins
that were once so clear. The sun had praises
to give a fixed heart. I felt I should die.
For hours I traveled in me head. By
the sun’s bright rays I saw what many days
could never bring. A library with dreams
from me childhood. Once inside, I did cry.
Hiding deep inside, I watched hours turn to
weeks. Burning deep inside me was a fire
like the one that killed her in the forest.
I had to find the cause, but I could not see
the cause in any of the books. This dire
illness would persist till I did tire.

V
Far from the library I traveled day
and night to a doctor of great renown.
Following the map, from the library, I came to a town
in a valley. By the road kids did play.
When I saw the old doctor I did say
what was wrong with me. I saw that around
his room there were books and pictures. And down
on the ground were carpets where I could pray.
I waited forever in the room while he
tried to find out what the warmth in me
was caused by. I knew this wouldn’t be free.
Later we discussed payment. Me coming
here would bring him out of debt. Now seeing me
poor he was troubled. But I promised gold.

VI
Through many pressing weeks the old doctor
tried to find me illness. Through many dark
days, when clouds filled the sky, my one remark
was that he would never find the answer.
When he finally admitted his poor
knowledge on me strange illness he did spark
the knowledge that he only knew the stark
truth of me sick state: there was no known cure.
I paid in stolen gold and the children
on the side of the road looked at me as
children often do, with a strange blank stare.
At last, while leaving the valley, a pair
of them then came to me. They both came as
I finally left. Would we meet again?

VII
Back at the library, books were helping
me to drift into dreams so sweet that she
felt real. She showed me the castles where we
would be if she breathed. I woke up crying.
Once up from sweet dreams I heard a knocking
on the front doors. No one else but me
was there, so I had to quickly agree
to see who was there. A little young thing.
She tried to tell me that she could help with
me strange illness. But she was just too young.
She could not have found enough knowledge yet.
I told her goodbye and had she not been young
I would have joyfully, in this place, sung
a happy song for her visit. She stayed.

VIII
Weeks piled onto each other and the young
doctor waited outside. In darkness or
light. She was persistent in her fight for
saving me hurt soul. She stood in old dung.
Finally I let her inside. I hung
from me choice, at least I felt so. Before
she spoke, she explored the library. Lore
she read before talking. Was she really so young?
She took a cold look at me, trying to
see inside of me. After an hour
she sent me on me way to the old shack.
Soon after, I quickly started to pack
for the quest in the woods. Weeks later the view
of the shack made me cry. Our power.

IX
The shack was like we had left it. The wood
still seemed to welcome me. A fresh scent like
roses came from it. After a long hike
I welcomed the shack greatly as I should.
But when I followed the smell I just stood
in the doorway. There were ashes alike
to me one love. I kneeled by them and strike
the next beat of me heart did not. I stood.
A tear started to form in me eye and
it went down me cheek’s mysterious land
to fall onto her old ashes. It was grand.
More tears followed and I could not stop them
from falling. Nor did I want them to. For
she was whole again, but dead. What a precious gem!

X
The body of me love I took up in
me arms. The two children from the valley
had grown a rose bush in front to tally
the love I was holding. Boy and girl did grin.
The red rose petals did imitate the stain
she had given me heart. In the rally
to keep the past in place, a shovel to me
was given to me by the strange children.
Underneath the rose bush I buried her.
The children into thin air did vanish.
I just stood there and felt burning deep inside.
The two children had kindled the fire
inside me to raging heats I had not tried
before. Oh, me love, why must you have gone?

XI
I cried out in pain, wondering if I
had been set up by the young doctor. Now
the fire was eating me innards. How
could I be betrayed so? Would I now die?
Fire started to make me fire. By
the fire I was destroyed and allow
I did for it to transform me. Now,
after flame and pain, I was changed. I would fly.
With my phoenix eyes I saw the rose bush.
With my phoenix tears I made it immortal.
Now her beauty would be preserved forever.
Spreading my wings, looking at my new endeavor,
I would honor the past and preserve the future.
I flew onwards. She would always be with me.

Description
Hiding Deep Inside, The Phoenix Shall Arise

Dedicated to My Muse

I
The snow blew fiercely in the wind, damage
to me soul and heart. Home was lost in white.
All was too vague as I tried to find light
in such a storm. My rage was for my stage.
In the near distance a small wooden cage
was what me crisp eyes saw. I arrived right
as the wind found new strength and I saw that
I was in a hut and I had its gage.
Lying down might have helped, but I felt one
more soul. A sage. If I let it rule me,
I would grow. If I refused, we would die.
The wind grew calm outside, and as I watched,
the window showed me the world turning to
bright day. But I was afraid so I slept.

II
I had fallen asleep as the day broke.
At the wonderful height of sleep, I felt
creamy hands pushing me, and I did melt
awake and heard what the angel spoke.
I opened my eyes and felt her old cloak
upon my hardened legs. She could have dealt
me the blows everyone else had. A belt
was what the others used. Stop this cruel joke!
But hate was not in her, or it was veiled
from me numbed eyes. Her holy eyes could see
past me face to me heart. Her eyes were like gold.
I spoke with her and took her hands in mine.
Fire and passion kept us alive that bleak
winter. Though, during nights, we could not speak.

III
Hands held low is how we walked through the spring
time woods. White had gone and green now replaced
the bleak landscape of winter. Had wasted
chances come back ‘round to me? I was her king.
Our pure voices filled the forest. When sing
we did of our undying love, we dared
the world to break apart. And we were scared
as we realized what our true love might bring.
Later that spring, the world lashed out at us.
An unholy fire ripped her young bones. I
wished to help her, but I could only cry.
After the fire was done, I asked to die.
While she burned I had stood still and whole. Why
was she now ashes and I whole? Wretched life!

IV
Smell of ash in me nose and heart so dry
blood was having trouble flowing through veins
that were once so clear. The sun had praises
to give a fixed heart. I felt I should die.
For hours I traveled in me head. By
the sun’s bright rays I saw what many days
could never bring. A library with dreams
from me childhood. Once inside, I did cry.
Hiding deep inside, I watched hours turn to
weeks. Burning deep inside me was a fire
like the one that killed her in the forest.
I had to find the cause, but I could not see
the cause in any of the books. This dire
illness would persist till I did tire.

V
Far from the library I traveled day
and night to a doctor of great renown.
Following the map, from the library, I came to a town
in a valley. By the road kids did play.
When I saw the old doctor I did say
what was wrong with me. I saw that around
his room there were books and pictures. And down
on the ground were carpets where I could pray.
I waited forever in the room while he
tried to find out what the warmth in me
was caused by. I knew this wouldn’t be free.
Later we discussed payment. Me coming
here would bring him out of debt. Now seeing me
poor he was troubled. But I promised gold.

VI
Through many pressing weeks the old doctor
tried to find me illness. Through many dark
days, when clouds filled the sky, my one remark
was that he would never find the answer.
When he finally admitted his poor
knowledge on me strange illness he did spark
the knowledge that he only knew the stark
truth of me sick state: there was no known cure.
I paid in stolen gold and the children
on the side of the road looked at me as
children often do, with a strange blank stare.
At last, while leaving the valley, a pair
of them then came to me. They both came as
I finally left. Would we meet again?

VII
Back at the library, books were helping
me to drift into dreams so sweet that she
felt real. She showed me the castles where we
would be if she breathed. I woke up crying.
Once up from sweet dreams I heard a knocking
on the front doors. No one else but me
was there, so I had to quickly agree
to see who was there. A little young thing.
She tried to tell me that she could help with
me strange illness. But she was just too young.
She could not have found enough knowledge yet.
I told her goodbye and had she not been young
I would have joyfully, in this place, sung
a happy song for her visit. She stayed.

VIII
Weeks piled onto each other and the young
doctor waited outside. In darkness or
light. She was persistent in her fight for
saving me hurt soul. She stood in old dung.
Finally I let her inside. I hung
from me choice, at least I felt so. Before
she spoke, she explored the library. Lore
she read before talking. Was she really so young?
She took a cold look at me, trying to
see inside of me. After an hour
she sent me on me way to the old shack.
Soon after, I quickly started to pack
for the quest in the woods. Weeks later the view
of the shack made me cry. Our power.

IX
The shack was like we had left it. The wood
still seemed to welcome me. A fresh scent like
roses came from it. After a long hike
I welcomed the shack greatly as I should.
But when I followed the smell I just stood
in the doorway. There were ashes alike
to me one love. I kneeled by them and strike
the next beat of me heart did not. I stood.
A tear started to form in me eye and
it went down me cheek’s mysterious land
to fall onto her old ashes. It was grand.
More tears followed and I could not stop them
from falling. Nor did I want them to. For
she was whole again, but dead. What a precious gem!

X
The body of me love I took up in
me arms. The two children from the valley
had grown a rose bush in front to tally
the love I was holding. Boy and girl did grin.
The red rose petals did imitate the stain
she had given me heart. In the rally
to keep the past in place, a shovel to me
was given to me by the strange children.
Underneath the rose bush I buried her.
The children into thin air did vanish.
I just stood there and felt burning deep inside.
The two children had kindled the fire
inside me to raging heats I had not tried
before. Oh, me love, why must you have gone?

XI
I cried out in pain, wondering if I
had been set up by the young doctor. Now
the fire was eating me innards. How
could I be betrayed so? Would I now die?
Fire started to make me fire. By
the fire I was destroyed and allow
I did for it to transform me. Now,
after flame and pain, I was changed. I would fly.
With my phoenix eyes I saw the rose bush.
With my phoenix tears I made it immortal.
Now her beauty would be preserved forever.
Spreading my wings, looking at my new endeavor,
I would honor the past and preserve the future.
I flew onwards. She would always be with me.