"Phoenix of the Heart: Rising from the Ashes"

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"Phoenix of the Heart: Rising from the Ashes" 



A little girl, radiant and fair, 
Her beauty was unnoticed, she bore despair. 
Humiliated, ignored, and cruelly spurned, 
In a world where her value was never earned.

Average in looks, 
but her mind held might, 
A determination to study,
 to grasp what's right. 

Time flew by, the golden shadow waned, 
Emerging from humiliation, 
she sought love unfeigned.
A soul disturbed, craving warmth's embrace, 
Unaware of the fire she was about to face. 
Those who professed love, 
deceit in their guise, Tore her to pieces, with their sweet lies.

Betrayed and broken, 
in darkness, she lay, 
Her heart was in fragments, 
night swallowed day. 
Yet one dawn, 
she gathered the shards of her spirit, 
Resolved to rebuild, bit by bit.


Over and over, she faced the pain, 
Her courage shattered, only to rise again. 
Fear lost its grip, 
no longer a chain, 
She stood fearless, with nothing to constrain.

With sword in hand, she awaited the hour, 
For those who wronged her to feel her power. 
The silent cries of her heart sought revenge, 
Their screams of despair would be her recompense.


A destructive soul, finding solace in strife, 
In the downfall of foes, she reclaimed her life. 
Her journey of tears led to a fierce reign,
Now she conquers, released from her pain.

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