In the ashes of despair, where darkness weaves its shroud,
A Phoenix stirs, a fiery heart, unbowed,
From smoldering ruins, it begins to rise,
A tale of rebirth, painting vibrant skies.

With wings of crimson, it emerges bold,
A story of transformation, yet untold,
From embers' grasp, it breaks the chain,
To soar above, in skies of endless gain.

In every flicker, a story is retold,
Of rising up from...