The Phoenix

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In lands where ancient secrets lie,

Beneath the moonlit, starlit sky,

There roams a creature, wild and rare,

With wings that shimmer, beyond compare.

A Phoenix born from flame and ash,

Its fiery feathers gleam and flash,

A guardian of the hidden realms,

Where magic dwells, where mystery delves.


It soars above the mortal plane,

A symbol of rebirth and gain,

With every beat of its majestic wings,

Hope and wonder the creature brings.


In tales told by bards of old,

The Phoenix's legend is retold,

A creature of beauty, fierce and wise,

A wondrous sight for mortal eyes.

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