Wreckage of past
In the debris of deeds done, a fierce fire fuels and flares,
A potent power, unbreakable, that nothing can impair.
A torrent of tenacity, with thunderous tones it roars,
Restarting, reviving, as it reignites and restores.
In this wreckage, a wealth of wisdom, waiting to be unfurled,
A phoenix rising, resilient, reborn in the underworld.
The past's crimes crumble, crushed by this cascade,
As alliteration allies, an anthem of hope is made.