Reborn

Today they broke my wings.

Tore out the feathers out one by one.

They ignored my screams of agony.

They set fire to what was left,

to ensure I could never fly again.

They drowned my eyes with water,

until they were sure my light had gone out.

They broke my legs and hands,

so I could not fight.

Then they left me broken and bloody,

ashes swirling around me.

But they forgot about my claws and fangs.

I dug through the ashes,

until I found one glowing ember

and rekindled the fire in my eyes.

I set my broken legs and rose again.

Not like a Pheonix

for I had no wings.

I was something different.

They killed the angel,

and woke the demon.