Bird of Flame

A/N this is a poem of what I think it would be like if Fawkes died for good, I don't own Fawkes, he belongs to J.K.Rowling.

The bird of flame,
sings his sorry song,
his surroundings quickly blur,
at his weakening heart beat,
and gasping breath,
Life quickly pours out,
He falls to his ashy grave,
the fire is quelled.