Legacy of the Phoenix

 
From deep within the wicked, wriggling weave.
And out the Lady’s unending web of gray.
There came a dying Mothers fading night, and a forgiving Father’s final  Day.
 
‘Tween dusk and dawn the rivers far will  
flow with virgin blood  
A mighty horn shall sound, summoning all within our rule.  
As we bow our heads, there came
Towering Beasts that keep, the dead ones’ brood.
A spawn Grotesquely born by only they, with tongues of two.  
 
            -Chanting in unison-
 “Through hatred it will live and reign”
“Through all resentment it will grow its wings”
“With all the wickedness that remains”
  “The Phoenix shall be born again”  
 
  A dark messiah awakens, meticulously crafted of rapture and sin.  
 Standing Atop a Dead Beast, succumbed to worms inside it’s Head.  
It’s dripping bones rattled like war drums, an exposed rib cage fashioned into a shrine.  And a jewel of evil power sat carefully inside.  
 
The sphere vibrated, evil sound waves began warping light, hymns from beyond the grave draining the souls of ought nearby.  
 
The Towering horror then growled a deathly groan,  
And stood, as if a marionette on ghostly strings from above.
 
without hesitation it raised back its mighty and terrible hand.
And threw the jewel with all its might, far into distant lands…
 
From the first crack in the unbalanced orb of victims and peers...  
Flew a stone of magma and giant Bird on the mightiest gusts of winds
 
A thunderous clash was heard, from the heavens an echo would reach.  
As they burst into twisting flames, over the stillness of drying seas.
 
 
A ray of sunlight suddenly escapes from within its burning beak.  
Piercing the clouds with An ear shattering scream  
Light and Thunder then Rumbled across the stormy skies.
 As the very essence of wrath caressed it’s enormous wings in Fire.