The Phoenix
Burning like the sun,
Freezing like the ice,
Cold personality,
Perfection won't suffice.
As goals grow ever closer,
As time flows ever on,
That phoenix will strive,
To become the number one.
Until that fire burns out,
Until those eyes go dull,
That phoenix will burn,
That phoenix will fulfil.
Inside his heart is burning,
The desire to compete,
Even when he falls,
He gets back on his feet.
Second to none is he,
Never in last place.
Forever internally battling,
With a blank, expressionless face.
Admiration- impossible,
Aggravation- a weight,
Exploitation- a tool,
Frustration- a waste.
His morals are to be feared,
His fear is of himself,
His aims are fairly simple,
He wants power, not wealth.
As the phoenix stands tall,
His enemies cower and hide,
He grows ever stronger,
He burns ever inside.
His power stands behind him,
Like a shadow- ever there,
Both are useless without,
But together, are a pair.
The phoenix and the boy,
The creature; the outcast,
They share a certain bond,
They share a certain past.
And together they will stand,
The bird and the boy,
Connected by a piece of metal,
Positioned in a toy.
As she blazes deep within him,
And he lends her his will,
Together they are one,
They are unstoppable.