The Therapy of the Phoenix

• In this tale there………

…………….is a savage peasant

…………………………………………………….who overcame the shrew.

He rescued, not a princes, but a Queen.

She had learned to adapt in her confinement. However, despite Her misery She was not free.

She was not freed, until He became her King.

The Battle of the Phoenix was the longest battle, They speak of.

The Phoenix was the harshest battle to have ever been fought in the valley of the ‘Heavy Laden.’

The Queen challenged others.

Nevertheless, He was the only who could sympathize and captivate Her might.

He was the oracle of complete harmony to simplify Her existence and compete Her grief.

It was like………. She knew him before She was, and She became one with Him after death.

She could anticipate His song.

TOGETHER, this is the dance they sung.

For the Dance was written upon the Stone Tablets of ‘Yester,’ beneath the tomb of the ‘Purple Regency’………………………………………

He is known as the guardian of Her life. The therapy of Her awaited destiny. He is the anointment, broadcasting his illumination disintegrating the castle walls.

As the walls come down, brick by brick, He protects the majestic kingdom. He retreats to activate the harmony from those trapped below in the fury of the Queen’s torment. The halls abound, what is and to what was, has been defeated. For the spell was broken and lifted.

The sorcererist sleighed. For His mercy ignited Her wrath, and His love extinguished the flame.

Her wickedness a must as Her legacy spreads upon the lips of Her people, from woman to child, and from child to farther.

She lived amongst the wicked, until He acquitted Her tempters, and He emancipated Her past.

In the Wilderness, beyond the mountains They came.

To the caves, She fled, while, at the chambers’ doors, there He was, sent, yet there He was…HE to protect Her.

As the warriors journeyed, Her Existence was becoming His.

He fought a militia, amongst the Dragons and the Trolls. To be so bold, the mighty came to overtake His acclimated victory.

The only light beaming in the cave was Theirs’, together, harvesting a ‘templar’ relief.

To just be, They were shining in unison. And to be needed and forever, alone, They longed for.

However, before He could awaken Her from Her slumber…one Creature came and killed Her glory.

The mighty are taken...

….Not on this particular day.

For the Great Creator should intervene, and seek power to Her miraculous fortune.

To Her awakened relief that day, all of the Wilderness stood still and bowed to the Creator to heed and forever retreat.

As He approached, a spell broken…

Her anima evoked, sweetened reprieve.

He softened Her acquisition to control, before the ‘Harlot’ strike Her heart.

He appeared before the demon and cast-out the terrible.

For He gave Her, His ONLY power….to give Her Breath…

For he gave his caring nature to revive Her heart, and with His mercy to let Her, BE!

His sword did not pierce Her heart.

His sword penetrated Her heart to ostentatious-resuscitation.

No, on this day and FOREVER IT BE SAID…..

Until the end, She on this day was allowed to be Herself to reign Her Kingdom, indeed.

But only when she, was divinely completed….with her courageous KING.