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This is an unfinished poem. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. |
| Phoenix Revenge Feathers of gold, Feathers of red, Burning more brightly than ever. Sharp beak of copper, Eyes blazing steel, Witness the firey anger. Phoenix Revenge Phoenix Revenge No need for weapons She's the child of fire, No heed for words As her fury burns higher, |