An ode to myself! Aren't I egotistical! ^_~

Ode to a Phoenix

Phoenix Excelsior

I lift my wings and push with might,

The wind whistling through fiery wings,

I soar through the air, in an ethereal flight.

A fire ignites the air crackles in pain,

I am not a phoenix, just glory and flame.

People point and cry 'Oh what a prize!'

They try and capture my soul, but with no luck.

I can not be captured, I go with whom I like,

The ones with a fire and not one soul desire.

For a fire does not just linger on just one soul

I roam free and I rove all the worlds,

Flying and circling above in the heavens

For just my one love, the air.