The Phoenix Mosaic

Posted: January 5, 2018 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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The world shattered
During the night
Cold came crawling
With it’s frozen fingers
The stones bled warmth
Until there was nothing left to bleed
Yet still the cold
Pressed deep its tendrils of frost
Until the world froze
The night turned black
And in an instant
The crack
The crash
The rushing sound
Of the Thunderous snap
That traveled the world
Tearing it apart
She sat alone
In the aftermath and dark
Terrified
Lost
Confused
How could the world
Simply not be
Just tiny shards sent spinning
In the shadow of the Sun
She gathered them
Piece by piece
Through blood
With tears
And time
She would find a way
To mend a new world
To paint a creation
Of her own making
She would become
The Phoenix Mosaic
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