In the clash of blade and storm
It was the wings of the Phoenix
That flared from the ashes
Of our beliefs
But before taking flight
It fell to the ground
Older than this
A tribe in this land
Bare and exposed
Saw salvation
In the sanctity of a spark
A spark the gods
Had entrusted to the earth
But the people of today
Hidden in the safe haven of the saved
Have fearlessly raised
A fire from within their souls
The price of such a burden
Is a deposit
In the restless womb of the earth
To make the dawn of the storm
Twice as easy
Arsalan- Tehran
(December 4, 2019)
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