Of all the gems I have sought One stands out a star amongst the dark Cleverness, creatvity, and greatness that can never be bought And yet this star refuses to light a spark This pheonix lays still in her burning nest Beliveving that the world would rather have her rest Wrapped around her are chains that bind Bonds that she herself have entwine No words of encouragement can set her free No words of truth or punishment Therefore there she remains, still as a tree For all she feels is resentment Though a look at her and there is much I see More than I myself have seen in me A potential for greatness, for impact That the world has yet to see intact What will it take to light this beacon? And take her from her own hell where she burns? I make it well known that the sight of her buried in concerns Only makes my own passion weaken A guilt magnet she is! Though now it has stuck on me She understands the cost of her own dissmisal And upon realizing her own potential that is abysmal She roars a birthcry far too great for any lie! The flames roar around her, her strength grows The chains undone, searing off by the power she merely shows Once forged of iron, now mere liquid cast down into her Hell Her wings beat, her beak snaps, all that puts her down she does repel A soar to freedom, a soar to prosperity, this glistening star sparks Off to the world where she will lay her marks It will then be that all the world lay waste to her pandemonium she shall bring!A Christmas gift last year to a very very dear online freind of mine. She was kinda deppressed at the time so I made this for her. Yes I did write the poem, this was one of my first works using a tablet. I purposley tried to make the wings archeopterex-like, hence why they look odd.