Dark woods sleep under twilight haze
Soft leaves hum through the ember blaze
Feathers spark in the muted storm
Warmth curls close in a trembling form
Red light pools where the branches sway
Ash lifts slow through the dying day
Heart beats wild in the crimson air
Soul rebirths from the old despair
Wings rise bright from the molten shade
Scars grow gold in the fire remade
Fear dissolves through the lifted heat
Dreams return with a rhythm sweet
Ashes drift through the forest floor
Light sings new from the ancient core
I become what I burned before
I fly
As a bird made of ember