Whisper, whisper, lost in the night,
No shelter or refuge in sight.
Then, out of the blue, a sudden noise,
Louder, louder, and then before me,
The most amazing sight to see,
A beautiful bird, at once I knew,
A phoenix it was, born anew.
It rose out of the ashes, golden and bright,
The queen of all birds, an aweing sight.
She calls me; I follow her,
Through the branches, over, under,
I’m uncertain; a little scared,
Led by a bird, beautiful and rare,
She leads me to a quiet lake,
But suddenly, an earthquake;
The ground lets out an ominous roar,
And several phoenixes rise off the floor.
This is the phoenix’s home,
If I stay with them, I’m not alone.
They tell me to wade into the lake,
That it will let me wake,
I listen to them and wander in,
And am suddenly pulled under by a fin,
And burst out fiery and bright,
Another phoenix, lost in the night.