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Of all the gems I have sought
One stands out a star amongst the dark
Cleverness, creatvity, and greatness that can never be bought
And yet this star refuses to light a spark

This pheonix lays still in her burning nest
Beliveving that the world would rather have her rest
Wrapped around her are chains that bind
Bonds that she herself have entwine

No words of encouragement can set her free
No words of truth or punishment
Therefore there she remains, still as a tree
For all she feels is resentment

Though a look at her and there is much I see
More than I myself have seen in me
A potential for greatness, for impact
That the world has yet to see intact

What will it take to light this beacon?
And take her from her own Hell where she burns?
I make it well known that the sight of her buried in concerns
Only makes my own passion weaken

A guilt magnet she is! Though now it has stuck on me
She understands the cost of her own dissmisal
And upon realizing her own potential that is abysmal
She roars a birthcry far too great for any lie!

The flames roar around her, her strength grows
The chains undone, searing off by the power she merely shows
Once forged of iron, now mere liquid cast down into her Hell
Her wings beat, her beak snaps, all that puts her down she does repel
A soar to freedom, a soar to prosperity, this glistening star sparks
Off to the world where she will lay her marks
It will then be that all the world lay waste to her pandemonium she shall bring!

for you,

Sorry your Chistmas gift was two days late, at least I got it done before the year ended. So it's a New Year's gift.

So what if it has some weird errors? All that grace, power, and flames will distract you from them.

and yes I did write the poem

Ugh...my wrists hurt...

EDIT: Finally got around to upload a re-edit that was used when I printed it. Ehehheeh.

Description
Of all the gems I have sought
One stands out a star amongst the dark
Cleverness, creatvity, and greatness that can never be bought
And yet this star refuses to light a spark

This pheonix lays still in her burning nest
Beliveving that the world would rather have her rest
Wrapped around her are chains that bind
Bonds that she herself have entwine

No words of encouragement can set her free
No words of truth or punishment
Therefore there she remains, still as a tree
For all she feels is resentment

Though a look at her and there is much I see
More than I myself have seen in me
A potential for greatness, for impact
That the world has yet to see intact

What will it take to light this beacon?
And take her from her own Hell where she burns?
I make it well known that the sight of her buried in concerns
Only makes my own passion weaken

A guilt magnet she is! Though now it has stuck on me
She understands the cost of her own dissmisal
And upon realizing her own potential that is abysmal
She roars a birthcry far too great for any lie!

The flames roar around her, her strength grows
The chains undone, searing off by the power she merely shows
Once forged of iron, now mere liquid cast down into her Hell
Her wings beat, her beak snaps, all that puts her down she does repel
A soar to freedom, a soar to prosperity, this glistening star sparks
Off to the world where she will lay her marks
It will then be that all the world lay waste to her pandemonium she shall bring!

for you,

Sorry your Chistmas gift was two days late, at least I got it done before the year ended. So it's a New Year's gift.

So what if it has some weird errors? All that grace, power, and flames will distract you from them.

and yes I did write the poem

Ugh...my wrists hurt...

EDIT: Finally got around to upload a re-edit that was used when I printed it. Ehehheeh.