Phoenix

The crimson sky was as angry as the raging tempest below it. The awful sounds of death rang across the still air as the foul ghosts of doom slowly crept among us, slashing, crushing and grinding every bone to pieces. Then, a deafening silence…

Then, the trumpets of judgment were sounded by the angel of death. It was the zenith of day and the air was damp that I could hardly breathe. Then, despite the unbearable warmth of humidity, I froze. I couldn’t believe it. I was perched high up in the pedestal of glory.

Then the cheers and cries of exaltation came. I was proud as my heart was stout. With my wings ablaze and spread far and wide, I soared up to the endless sky and felt all the torments of the past dissolve into nothingness. And to my Master whom I owe my strength, I offered my triumphant coup.

But our plight wasn’t over. The battle had just begun. The angels of distress again descended upon us and started purging, torturing and punishing every helpless soul. The fury of the storms swept across the plains of destruction as we all succumbed and perished.

Then, again, silence… the bloodcurdling silence of death.

Now, I’m just the ashes of my struggle, the ruins of my perseverance. We wait once more for the day when the scroll of judgment will be unfolded. Despite the post bellum happiness, I’m still cold. The clouds before us send ominous signs that chill the warm heart.

I’m the phoenix, will I be resurrected?

It doesn’t matter. Weakness it may seem but it’s a relief to an agonizing pain. It’s a choice inevitable. I have reincarnated.


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Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem
( The one safety for the vanquished is to abandon hope of safety knowing there is no hope can give one the courage to fight and win.)