Still she’s holding, through the fire
This will be no funeral pyre
Crimson tears she freely bleeds
Deep to heart the fever seeds

Naked burned of all disguises
Forged in fire, her Phoenix rises
Fortitude flares now incandescent
Her Love illuming, efflorescent

Transmuting crimson into gold
Just so
Fear flutters, flies from the Bold
Overflown emotion flows
She hears, she feels,
She sees,
She knows
©CJElsip 2017