Hey, everyone!! 3nodding I've finally finalised the second half of Phoenix Tree!! whee I very much hope you enjoy it. Please comment and leave constructive criticism if you so wish. wink

Staring upon the tree’s praying leaves, Sol listens.
In her stellar light, the platinum bark glistens
As the lone star whispers a chant.
The birch’s wish she may or may not grant.

I do not intend to make you immortal.
For your short life, I shall not be antidotal.
Why should you live forever?
When your days and nights are over, I will be your abandoner.

You claim
To be a tree able to rise from flames.
But I am the fire of life and death
And with my solar energies,
I feed and starve your precious melodies.

If I free you of my flames,
Your loneliness will be of my blame.
For I can only give eternal life to one of my children,
Ensuring that the endless life will be but a burden.

You claim
To be a tree able to rise from flames.
But I am the fire of life and death
And with my solar energies,
I feed and starve your precious melodies.


It is not I who bestows
The ground with snow.
To my brother, Sky,
You must cry.
And my solar rain
Cannot rid you of the cinders born of flame.

Death is merely a nightshade-bestowed path to rebirth.
Its incessant cycle shall nourish the Earth.
Between it and life there is no thread.
It solaces conscience on life’s deathbed.

Without death there is no breath.
Without breath there is no death.
They must contrast to thrive together.
Your empathetic demise is higher than the remorseless spirit of a Bircher.

Beyond the nightshade path is your paradise
And your sleep will lead you to your soul’s entice.
My ethereal essence
Will bring your pleading song to silence.

You claim
To be a tree able to rise from flames.
But I am the fire of life and death
And with my solar energies,
I feed and starve your precious melodies.

Hell is but the twin of paradise
But it cannot harm you without your lament.
The reborn solanum will guard your soul with her imperial scent.

Earth is already where you reside.
Your curse will never cease, even when you have died.
If deprived of it,
Your sigh of tear-stained rain will become unlit.

In heaven you will become secluded.
When gazing upon the ashen, Earthly trees, your pure soul will be shaded.
From the frost and flame, you will be released,
But the selfless modesty in your spirit shall be decreased.

You claim
To be a tree able to rise from flames.
But I am the fire of life and death
And with my solar energies,
I feed and starve your precious melodies.

You never did emerge from your grave,
Of snow ablaze.
Enslaved by the ghost of life, you have always been
Trapped between the desert of decay and the forest of existing.
Your song has shrouded your mind with an isolated haze.

The flowers are your seers.
Soon you shall become immersed within my flaming tears.
You are soon forever to die,
Your divine branches mourning the morning sky.
Which end of the cycle is not yours to choose;
But you will have peace by death,
Your wishes abandoned by my Cimmerian virtues.

Staring upon your praying leaves, I listen.
In my stellar light, your platinum bark glistens
As I, a lone star, whispers a chant.
Your wish I may or may not grant.
For I am the fire of life and death
And with my solar energies,
I feed and starve your precious melodies.