I, Phoenix
 
The plumage around her is rare
Her glistening moistened hair
Her stinging stabbing stare
Left me unaware, men run, men beware
 
I loved her every morning
And every passing eve
Her abandoned love has left me mourning
Life has left me no one left to believe
 
The look in her eyes deceived me
Their gaze is emblazoned in my brain
The eyes of peacock’s feathers amazed me
With their eerie resemblance to her eyes’ disdain
Which never yield or wane
She has flown afar to other fields
yet the fiery plumage remains.
 
I am the phoenix arising from the ashes
I am the hell spawned through the fire
The lightning lights the sky, Zeus with thunder crashes
I take to the skies, unchained, soaring high above my pyre.
 
"Peacocks represent rebirth and rejuvenation..."