A new name has arisen...
A new world born.
The tree of gold is slowly diminishing,
Its leaves a crusty ebony.
Lo and Behold!
A blast of fire leaves a trail of stars,
For there has yet to be another sun...
On which a ruby phoenix feather shall fall.
A Phoenix Feather by sheza
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Supernatural, Words: 52, Favs: 1, Published: 9/17/2004