The phoenix forever lies
It’s a bird that never dies
It roosts within its gold nest
Though it does not ever rest

Beautifully crested and golden
The straw made of precious metals
Although the phoenix is olden
It’s agile and never settles

The lonely bird sits alone with no friends
Everyone around it seems to eventually meet their end
In one way or another death caught up
An endless cycle of rebirth after drinking from the cup

Elixir of life
Caress of death
Cursed to forever
Fly without rest