Phoenix Rising

A moment in your life, when you look at the mirror and smirk
Shivers running down the spine, twitching spasmodic screams
Eyeful of tears filling up the void of an uncaring vacuum
The wrath of the shadow, overbearing and unbecoming

It is a simple gray hair. You are getting old. Live with it.

The Phoenix has risen from his four month old grave.

The journey continues.