Pheonix Rising
The flames slowly melt away into a pile of smoldering gray ashes. There is a loud boom as the sky splits in two and lighting strikes the pile of burnt past. There is a shuddering as the ash falls away around a fleshless skull. Skin slowly creeps up the bones of the emerging figure like raindrops in some kind of sick reversal. The sillouhette utters only two words...."I LIVE"!!!!!