Phoenix Reborn: Elegy Of The Former Self Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the quiet chamber of memory, a lament unfolds,
An elegy for the self, a tale to be told.
Once a child, heart beating fierce and wild,
Survival's anthem, the mantra of a spirited child.

Through the passage of time, a Phoenix took flight,
In the crucible of existence, seeking the light.
The former self, a relic of the past,
A chapter closed, in shadows cast.

The heart, a warrior in the battles of yore,
Survival's essence, a fire to explore.
Yet, as the Phoenix soared, it faced its demise,
A death of the self, where the old spirit lies.

The flames of change, a funeral pyre,
Consuming the past, birthing new fire.
The child within, with a heart of survival,
Transforming, evolving, in a self-revival.

As the ashes settled, a rebirth emerged,
A metamorphosis, where the soul surged.
Shedding the skin of the former days,
The Phoenix reborn, in the sun's warm rays.

Gone is the child of survival's breed,
In the elegy's echo, a quiet concede.
But from the ashes, a phoenix takes flight,
A new self emerging, in the gentle night.

The funeral dirge, a song of release,
For the former self, finding inner peace.
In the death of the past, a rebirth anew,
The Phoenix rises, strong and true.

No longer bound by the chains of old,
A symphony of freedom, a story untold.
In the elegy's verses, a sweet refrain,
A celebration of growth, where shadows wane.

So, let the elegy whisper, in a quiet tone,
Of a child's death, and rebirth's gentle moan.
For in the ashes of the former's demise,
The Phoenix soars, in endless skies.