Poem: The Fall of a Phoenix

Retell the story,
Of fallen glory.
A Phoenix must burn before it can rise,
Costing so many their demise,
Seven long years,
Oh, her little tears...
Put to ease her fears,
Make sure she hears.
A new hero in front of your eyes,
Help him as he tries.
You lost your name,
You're far from the same.
Bring forth a change,
A system re-arrange.
A dark age of law,
You know what you saw.
A final chance,
Put an end to this dance.
Time to enhance!
Will Justice prevail,
Or will the magic fail?!

Comments

[Charles Spratt]

One poet to another:
For future reference try to keep the number of syllables in the lines consistent. It'll make the poem flow better. Just a heads up. Cheers