• It was deep orange,
    And a hint of blood-red;
    With burning blue,
    That could cause your death.

    She was pale skin,
    Freckled dabbed here and there;
    Bright blue eyes,
    To show she was scared.

    With people dressed in white,
    Shackled of silver grey;
    It was project Phoenix,
    That continued for days.

    Burning within her veins,
    The fyre pulsed through;
    She was so innocent,
    What did she ever do?

    Then one day she broke free,
    The building she burned and killed,
    As project Phoenix was successful,
    Against her own will.