Phoenix Girl (Tori)
2007 MistyLeighToo

Dividing storms with her wings
Melting marshmallow clouds
For Graham Cracker crowds
Needing bitter-sweet things.

Laying wings on dark ashes
Melting mirrors for the lowly
The crowds chant, “Smoore!”

Yes, they ache to taste the treats
Rolling up her sleeves
Their palettes enthralled
And then curtain calls

But before the finale, Phoenix Girl burns
And from ashen mirrors they watch her rise
Something tastes define.
They know they've learned.

And the mellowing crowds stack back into packaging
They have Chocolate in their ears, in every crevice, on their teeth.
And future returns will be increase in storm, of, my guess,
None other than unassuming people who are called by Phoenix Girl, ‘Blessed.’
Reverie!