The Phoenix

Soaring away, what could I provide

Do you not perceive

Of my dying inside

Are you so naive

To believe I'm alive

Or that skeleton keys

Could unlock what I hide

In the cellars of cold,

Dark, abysses bereft

Of the soul I have sold

For recompense left

To steal my heart gold

In a present-tense theft

Of the treasures I hold

In troves now discarded

By knightly assails

Of princesses guarded

Beneath my chain mails

In armor regarded

As legendary scales

Of dragons bombarded

By dreadnought regret

In a galleon remorse

Oceanic lament

On my rocking seahorse

Capsizing I've sent

Myself drifting off course

Until I can forget

The lies I have tasted

Seduced by desire

The lives I have wasted

Consumed by the ire

Until I embraced it

My funeral pyre

Reborn to melt faces

With phoenix sun fire