From ashes risen, on wings of lilac hue,
Flambelle emerges, bathed in morning dew.
No fragile dove, nor songbird sweet and shy,
But phoenix reborn, with vengeance in its eye.
Its feathers shimmer, with embers barely tamed,
A reminder of the fire, from whence it came.
Through skies of smoke, it soars with mournful grace,
Seeking solace, in this desolate space.
For memories burn, of forests lost and choked,
Where laughter echoed, now in silence cloaked.
Flambelle remembers, the warmth that used to be,
And vows to find the truth, set the world spirits free.
So tread with care, near ashes yet alight,
Respect the fury, burning ever bright.
For Flambelle’s vengeance, though fierce and bold,
Holds within its heart, a story yet untold.
Offer not fear, but understanding’s hand,
Seek the reason, for this burning, haunted land.
With empathy’s touch, and kindness’ gentle plea,
Unravel the secrets, the fire set free.
Then, in the dance of smoke and lilac flame,
A promise whispers, hope starts to reclaim.
For Flambelle remembers, beauty can return,
And ashes rise again, beneath the sun’s soft burn.
So join the flight, on wings of healing fire,
Let the phoenix guide you, ever soaring higher.
For in the heart of flame, where embers glow,
Flambelle’s spirit, shows the way to grow.