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

7.

They gathered under him
and they finally reached the beacon
and set it alight.

He had not hidden this time
but acted.

They had stopped drowning in spoke
and struggled towards the light.

Most of them didn't live
to see the smoke go out

But they were acting, and despite
the losses that floated away in smoke,
those actions – had lit their hope.