Like a beautiful bird, you soar.
Painting the heavens red, orange and gold.
What's it like to have ultimate power at your hands?
Do you feel the flame of desire licking at your mind?
How's it feel to die?
You live life skating on the edge 'cause you're afraid of the commitment
to takes to settle down.
Oh and you'd like to convince everyone that nothing really gets to you.
But I've seen you huddled in the corner crying.
Or at least I used to.
So, how's death?
What's it like to be nowhere at all?
How's the void?
And can you tell I'm just being sarcastic?
But why you?
Why is it that when you hang around people who have a team that starts
with the name 'X' someone has to die?
Where's that rule written?
And how the hell can I change it?
You burned so bright as Phoenix.
I've never seen a light that shone as long as yours.
But candles always blow out
And you were no exception.
So goodbye, Rachel Summers.
I won't cry for you.
I know you wouldn't want that.
Your glory's gone.
One life for another.
Balance the scales.
Yadah yadah.
But the Phoenix always rises.
Maybe you will too.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. They are being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made. The poem is copyrighted to me.
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