A/N: Written for The Poetry Flood: February, theme: hope for the HPFC, and for the Poetry Novel Challenge on the Poetry Craze (link's in profile)
The Phoenix Calls the Order
1.
Was there such a beacon still burning
while the sky choked
on growing smoke?
But there was someone who believed,
believed enough to send their phoenix forth:
a treasure that could have spared him hence
his clouted fate
And maybe the phoenix did burn a path of destruction
as it flew, but they were in such dire need
that they followed, eyes stinging with ash
To the beacon that, so was said, burned
beyond the smoke.
