discalimer: I obviously don't own Harry potter or any of the characters. And now for another poem.
Oh phoenix, oh firebird
You soar with invigorating energy
Through the tepid atmosphere
Your boldly hued crest
Glistens and glitters
Your coal hued eyes
Are an abyss of wisdom
Your scarlett plumage blazes
Akin to the sun with which
You share camaraderie.
I watch you dance
With the wind
Oh so sensually
Diving, swooping, and dipping
In an extravagant waltz.
I gaze upon you
As your inner light brightens.
Until you're naught but an illumination
That outshines the great red giant
And puts it to a despairing shame.
I observe you
As your light extinguishes
And you plummet
To the cold, unforgiving
Terrestrial terrain.
I see you become
Naught but a pile
Of soot as black as
The corner of darkness
In the human psyche
Where insanity abides.
Only to rise renewed
From your own demise.
Akin to the ouroboros
That swallows its own tail.
To show us humble dwellers
Of this realm
In no uncertain terms
That every ending
is equally a beginning.