The Phoenix and the Raven
The Phoenix and the Raven phoenix stories
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But although the Phoenix is stronger
The Raven always gets the better of him.

The Phoenix and the Raven

There is a forest,

There is a forest, Somewhere around; Nowhere.

There is a forest, Somewhere around; Nowhere. And in this forest on a barren patch.

There is a forest, Somewhere around; Nowhere. And in this forest on a barren patch. Is a cottage.

On one side of the cottage, there is a field,

On one side of the cottage, there is a field, That burns through night and day.

On the other side is a river,

Where it rains from dusk till dawn. On the other side is a river,

In this small cottage,

In this small cottage, Lives a poet and his two pets.

One a Raven; as black as night.

One a Phoenix; burning brighter than light.

They fight and tease each other.

But although the Phoenix is stronger

But although the Phoenix is stronger The Raven always gets the better of him.

So the Phoenix rages on.

Every night, the house catches on fire,

Every night, the house catches on fire, And the field of fire consumes the house.

Every night, the house catches on fire, And the field of fire consumes the house. Causing the fire to grow stronger.

Every night, the house catches on fire, And the field of fire consumes the house. Causing the fire to grow stronger. And spread through the forest even more.

But at 4 am in the morning,

The raven flies up to the moon,

The raven flies up to the moon, And commands the winds and waters,

To put the fire out of the cottage.

Every morning,

The poet rebuilds the right side of the house.

Making sure the next fire,

Won't be as damaging.

But one day,

The phoenix turned from a fiery red,

To a midnight blue,

And burned not only the house but the whole forest.

The river went dry,

The forest turned to ask,

The forest turned to ask, But the poet could not rebuild.

And the Raven had no water or wind to call.

The poet had to go elsewhere.

But could only take one pet.

And although the phoenix burned brighter,

The darkness of the raven seemed safer.

The phoenix was enraged,

He became one with the burning forest.

He rose up to the sky,

And promised to reign heavily on them with lots of fire.

The raven protected the poet,

And called on to the night,

And with one strong swing of her wings

She blew out the fire that consumed the phoenix and the forest.

Out of the ash,

The poet could rebuild nothing,

But the Raven offered him protection,

Under her dark wings.

In the darkest of nights,

He was protected by the calmest.

In the heat of the fire,

In the heat of the fire, He feared to burn out and cease to be.

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