Fawkes, the flaming Phoenix of the night,
His shining feathers will give a burst of light.
Mythical and sacred, firebird of old,
Colorful tail, of scarlet and gold.
He flies so high, stands so tall,
Signals that good will prevail, while evil will fall.
As this Phoenix arrives, and brings a new day,
The warm colored night fades to gray.
Nest and bird burn, they are reduced to ashes,
From which a new, young Phoenix, arises and flashes.
I'm not some poet. This is just a poem that I wrote for English class and decided to share with all of you :) Please let me know what you think.