Burning the perils of degeneration of her wisdom and sanity,
stinging apathy, the guilt and the culpability.

She leaped up high from that ash and the soot,
the dark smoke and the gigantic fire, scorching down till its root.

All meekly left behind, for the mighty phoenix had sprung up high,
leaving apart the frailty and the filth to gruesomely burn and die.