With feathers ablaze, a fiery grace,
Suzaku soars, through twilight’s embrace.
Wings like sunset, eyes burning bright,
A phoenix reborn, bathed in celestial light.
Once protector, noble and grand,
Guiding creatures, by sun and sand.
But shadows bloomed, and balance swayed,
Twisting purpose, in darkness displayed.
With fiery claws and mournful cry,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful sky.
Ashes fall, like embers of pain,
Whispering tales, of loss and gain.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets whispered, stories yet unfold.
Can hope arise, where ashes reside?
Or will despair forever preside?
Through windswept valleys and fading sun,
Suzaku dances, its journey begun.
Hope flickers faint, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of vibrant skies, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the phoenix, with wings of fire,
Can find redemption, set hearts afire.
So let it rise, a blazing grace,
And from the ashes, hope embrace.
For Suzaku holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.