When the Phoenix flames

Shine upon the rocks

Of Gibraltar, shaking

Their very roots to the

Core, you will find my

Eyes ablaze, carrying

Full purpose.

The day is coming;

A spark shall light red

Razor-feathers and

Cast beams bright

Enough to blot the Sun’s

Rays themselves.

And when meager times

Arrive, I will not wither.

I will be the candle which

Never fades, my resolve

The endless

Wick, the fuel against

Obscurity.

Others will come

Begging for faith;

They will see my eyes

Full of righteous fury,

Bring about strength

Renewed, and believe

Once again.