return of the Phoenix

I was wandering through the Empire built
by all mankind made into slaves
pondering the entire lack of guilt
as monarchs trampled on their graves
I saw during dawn's new untold story
a bird I'd seen once long ago
a flowering fiery allegory
majestic in it's angelic glow
this creature's image on their eyes
made tyrants fall with frozen faces
enslaved aspirants then would rise
to fill their predecessors' places
the choice of sound from every angle
made all rejoice and then inspire
the voice of several thousand angels
singing synchronized in choir
I heard during morning's  silent tale
a song I'd longed to hear again
talks of a free world to unveil
a paradox of violent Zen
the sounds emitted from this vibrant beauty
forced generals to flee from their positions
and soldiers abandon their once-sworn duty
to pursue new far more meaningful missions
I saw during daylight's newborn myth
a creature formed from fantasy
now perched upon it's monolith
ablaze for all mankind to see