Originated from itself cold,
I am a phoenix not sire,
My journey is illuminating behold,
My life starts with a fire;
I appear in beautiful many ways,
But I always end up ugly,
I live only for a few days,
Yet I shine very brightly;
Some call me light giver,
They can't see past my purpose,
To some I am a life saver,
It's one of my nature of Colossus;
Most people see the light,
Not the soul burning pain,
To them I am such a delight,
Even though I am dying for their vain;
Crushed and distorted in the end,
Burned and drained my soul,
Yet my life never descend,
Gets ready to burn my new soul to my goal;
©scarto
S